By the pool

It was by the pool felt it, as I looked into the rippled water

Not the cool, crisp lager splashing down my throat

Maybe it was the warm sunset on my skin?

Or even the soft pleasant breeze.

1920s blues played through the speakers. I absolutely loved her voice

“Fuckin California…” I sighed with a smile.

“Don’t forget this moment in time.”

These are the memories that make life great.