They may be old.
With their swaybacks.
But there’s dignity.
They make me smile.
Maybe that’s enough.
The perfect way to start out the long holiday weekend.
A cup of steaming, dark roast in one hand.
A book in the other.
I’ll catch the morning breeze.
Before boats dot the landscape.
Before a late summer sun nudges up temps.
For one last time.
I’ll briefly rest my eyes.
Savoring memories of a summer coming to a close.
Pleasant memories they are.