Chapter Seventeen
The rest of the summer lasted forever and ended much too soon, eternity in the blink of an eye, the infinite paradox all acquainted with that enchanting immortal season between each grade will recognize. So, we cherished each moment, held onto it tightly, waved goodbye as they passed. And if it all had been a moment, it was one we would remember throughout time immemorial.
After the Fourth of July, the moon always seemed to be full. I know that isn’t how the lunar cycle works, but I’m a storyteller, not a scientist, and I write my memories the same way I read them: under the light of that stellar silver that gave me so much and asked for nothing in return.
These were long days and endless nights, filled with whimsy and fun, melancholy and heartbreak all in the same tim
