She always listens to Coldplay on Mon-

days. We drive down to the beach, buy a Snow

Cone, and watch the sun set over the marshes.

Sometimes we talk about the sonnets; 18,

116, and 52. She thinks

They were written about that dude, I think

there is nothing else I’d rather do.

The summer night breeze bristles her shoulders,

and I pass her my favorite sweater.

Mondays are perfect, despite the weather.

I was driving over the bourne bridge and the sunset overtook me. I quickly went towards the coast and shot this. I really like it.

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