“Longwave” – Bonny Doon

one can hardly walk, one won’t sit still

one can’t hear, one won’t listen

it was bound to be different now that we were four rather than three.

and yet we found a way on those dusty roads to a find little of what we had came for.

a few fish. a touch of freedom.

a moment to exhale.

and we’d swim in the heat of the day and sip beer on the banks sip and swat the horseflies away while we coloured in some tan lines.

the days weren’t without some chaos, (chasing a pup with a dead gopher carcass is fun for only so long).

but eventually we’d have a fire going, a bottle of wine open and two dogs dozing in the truck. and we’d be under the stars, drinking in the campfire light, drunk on moonlight.

and it was good.

and then we’d wake up and do it all again the next day.

and that, that was even better.