Estate

Balancing between reason and emotion is almost like walking a tightrope in the June heat, where the wind smells of the sea and the fear of being ridiculous. Her shoulders are trembling, but not from the cold: it's just that what's usually hidden behind a smile is sounding too loud. There's something about this melody that reminds me of an evening when you don't want to leave, and everyone keeps saying "just one more and then home," even tho they know they don't want to go home. His voice trembles as if he's afraid of himself, but in that tremor is the pure joy of living even a moment longer than the calendar dictates. Summer doesn't have to end exactly on schedule, does it? Sometimes it just lingers in a person as a subtle tremor on their lips when they sing, and a foolish happiness that you hide so no one understands how good you feel.