the perfect summer evening

when the air is thick and warm, but with the stir of a fresh breeze is brought the hint of chill. the moon hangs full and pink... pink? is it the sun setting in La Jolla? golden waves are rolling in there now, as the breeze is rolling through the east, here, clueing us in to what we have missed as we step out onto the pavement, realizing we'd lost this perfect summer evening. but in your eyes the promise of many perfect summer evenings to come rose, full as the moon.