to the sound of air conditioners
i get lost
in memories of vacation
when i was young
and everything was all right
we would sit outside
our room at night
on the two white plastic chairs
placed on either side
of the air conditioner
the perfect soundtrack
to
those perfect summer nights
walking home
under the navy blue sky
the streets buzzing
with the sound of air conditioners
i feel grateful that's it's summer
and that i'm here
i couldn't be happier
than i am at this moment
you know
like happiness cannot be measured
love cannot be measured
it's not the size of the ice cream sundae
it's not the height of the wave
it's not the brightness of the sun
it's this feeling that everything is all right
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