Under the Milky Way

There’s something classic about a semi-slumbering child being carried from the backseat of an automobile to the quiet confines of a bedroom, on a sleepy summer night...

Limp limbs list lazily from side to side in rhythmic response to the concert of chirping crickets... The leafy green earth breathes back her wispy warmth to the cool canopy of constellations overhead, and my daughter's deep and dreamy breathing is audible through the soft blanket that separates her mouth from my ear...

I rush through the night to complete my mission -- to deposit my daughter -- but I wish the moment could last forever...

This is summer... This is memory... This is love...