Cali-forn-i-a

I just long to entwine my fingers within yours for a moment.
Walk along the peers of Santa Monica watching the sea stretch for miles.
The sun would glisten off the the distant waves, illuminating the rich color.
We'd listen to the joyful cries of toddlers as they dig in the sand along the beach front, feel the warmth of the western sun on our backs.
Leaving scars of a tan that will remain until I have to leave for the green mountains again.
I can picture long nights and early mornings spent in the heat, sandaled feet and cut off shorts, freckled skin and upturned smiles.
We'd be the picture perfect couple, lovers without a care.
We'd just walk around like the world belonged to us.
The longest shadows ever cast stretching like spiders from our feet.
We'd laugh as we shared our time and our memories, living as ghosts in a world that would revolve around us.