For a sunny day, or a rainy one.

She reflected the stars and moon off of her like a midnight roller coaster.  Drips of due clung to her because she was the coolest thing moving in the summer air.  Her smile lit the highways for truckers and businessmen to find their ways home.  And although you can’t capture the sky, I’ll be damned if I didn’t try; and she was mine for a while; a short while but the best I’ve known.

- from a dear friend.