Husband and I drink in summer, as through a straw.
Just a couple snapshots, a couple sips, to taste today.
The sweet drink rising up the straw tastes like mornings at Washington Square Park, tastes like an afternoon at Oak Street Beach,
tastes like summer the city way.
Most of my days off find me at the park for the morning, and husband often goes there at daybreak for an hour before work.
This morning we got to drop in on the park together, and I think those benches may have smiled.
I know I did.