We blew out sixteen candles last weekend
So obviously we’re adults now
Neck deep in the rush of the river
Currents swirling around us
Abstract patterns coat our limbs
Across the other side
Atop a perch of dust and mud
We skim stones
Watch the pebbles hop excitedly across the surface
Saturated in an unspoken contentment
Coated in mid afternoon sunlight
Sprawled across the stones scoffing sandwiches
We exaggerate stories
Blinking at the sun
The sky’s so pale it’s hard to spot
Burning our skin
Bleaching our hair
Doing anything but what we’re told
Photo by Jp Valery