– Wanna go for a swim after work? A smile stretches across my face.
I pass the cigarette to my sister, the smoke curling in the space between us. The summer passed in that moment between, in all those blink-and-you-miss-it moments, where all of my daydreams and planning never came to fruition. We sit on the beach, waves carrying the moonlight to our feet. We watch for the falling stars. Maybe we’ll make a wish, and then it’ll come true.
It’s cold. We just got out of the water, the salt dripping from our hair ends. We share a towel, cocooned in that lonely space on the beach. I look for seashells, running my hand over the gravel next to me. I once found a pebble with holes in it in the exact shape of my tattoo.
I feel like sleeping, but there’s an ache in my bones that won’t let me get up. I need to wash my hair. That will take an hour. I’m so tired of constantly running around, working, and never taking a break. I’m so tired that even small things, like showering or walking, exhaust me.
It’s August already. The month sounds very similar to autumn, but it sneaked into summer, and hoped we won’t notice. The cicadas sound different, more nostalgic, like it’s already the end of a time. It’s like a friendly and dragged goodbye.
My Little Hawk 