The sun bled orange onto the sky as the pickup truck drove on.
Nothing but an open highway,
snapbacks,
and cigarettes.
That was our summer.
With beer in our hands and lighters in our pockets,
we would ride to the edge of the sky.
Life was different then -
simpler, more beautiful.
It didn’t matter who we were before the heat would come and the sun would shine,
all that mattered was if there was fuel in the tank,
snapbacks on our heads,
and Newports in our pockets.
We were different people at the dawn of summer solstice.