Begin and it will take shape. Slow configuration as the sky grows dizzy. We sat somewhere mild and covert and wrote what we saw; humans in their feeble beginnings with shaking knees and ice cream tainted fingers, young pairs smiling and sighing and not minding the wait, gray ones that had been there since the beginning when imagination was the key to advertising.

Mad dashes across the page, eyes wandering like vagrants begging for inspiration, small laughs escape, memories come in waves with each testimonial...
sitting on tall shoulders, legs becoming tired but to no avail, we had to see the lighted figures dance across the sky; small ecstatic bursts pounded the ink ceiling and each greedily took our breath.
Small steps back seem to bring me forward, delivering what is really important.
No other place can really do that, besides home. Its a living memory, that breaths and gives and takes and consumes and exalts; a place marked in our histories where there was only one requirement; happiness.