This is possibly the only time // The last time I can tell you

It was the last hour of the greatest August in recorded history. Driving under electric candlelight towards a gathering of the most wonderful people that have ever existed, I stopped. The lovely Fiona Apple and my Sister and I sharing Death Cab/The Flaming Lips and Baseball + Breweries and Nicole's wedding. The tree was ripe with so many gigantic memories. The difference in all of it were the memories riding between those great skyscraper moments. Those secret seconds slipped away under the shade and the walks under crystal clear midnight skies and the windows down and the music up. And the last hour of August. Sitting beneath the lamppost and turning the old pages that would bring my voyage on the Hispaniola as well as the smiles and adventures with Capt. Silver and the crew to a close. I am one month older as the calendar speaks to me, my heart whispers to me something altogether different.