Solstice Drift

Reflecting on the quiet, emotional shifts as summer passes by. Moving like a half-remembered dream, fragments of warmth caught in fading shadows.Notes blur and bend, echoing laughter across empty fields, the sky heavy with gold and goodbye. This is the sound of summer exhaling, of time slipping sideways. Melancholy hums beneath each gesture, as memory and moment drift, untethered, into the dusk.