This is my past life
This is the time you burned ruined cities in the fire with our daughters
This was when the oldest one started drinking coffee
This was when the youngest one sang along to everything
This was the time when we got parking at the brewery
When I saw my friend
When our old dream house was overgrown
When the sun broke through the fog
Our old real house was tiny
Our old dreams so simple
Just this
Just this.
Remember that time just now
When I ate two s’mores
And said I wouldn’t take an organ now if I was dying
You wondered if I meant anything
That was the day our friend had a baby
The subtext was
I didn’t want anything more than what I had
That was the year I was forty-five
The year I became myself
The year the Warriors won the finals
That was when we watched the sun set on Agate Beach
When we had fire, water, air and earth
When we had sticks to make cities and a full gas tank and money
Just this.

http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=417
Beautiful.
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