Summer is a cosmic tease. It fools you, it seduces you, it whispers these sweet nothings in your ear and it convinces you that the days will always be long, that homework is a thing of the past, and that it will never drop below 85 degrees. It makes you believe that you will always be a nice shade of brown, that it's acceptable to forget how to do simple math, and all of the people you love will always be in the same town.
Last night, I watched Casablanca for the first time. If you haven't seen it....watch it. They don't make movies, or movie stars the way they used to. The woman are gorgeous, and grace the screen during close ups with a single tear rolling down their flawless cheeks. The men are classy, slick, and could at any moment pull a gun from their trench coat pocket and shoot the shifty character checking out their lady from across the saloon. Humphrey Bogart is no less than iconic. The man can say everything he needs to say in about six or seven words, and it will probably be the coolest most perfect thing anyone has ever uttered. Woman swoon over him and his rhetoric.
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| "Here's looking at you, kid." |
"We'll always have Paris."
We'll always have summer, even if just for a moment.
I'll always remember this summer, for it has been truly historic in more ways than one.
And you can take that to the bank.
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