My squinty eyes, in the light. His salty fingers, out of sight. Remember those fanning leaves, that mountain mist, that coastal breeze? Three rules for summer, two peas in a pod. Empty shop, empty chair. Sky and earth, ground and air. A bridge to the clouds, the next house on the right. Ghost church, ghost street, ghost bike. Old glow, new design, all alone, last in line. So buy a rock, have some fun. Travel in good spirits. Find your family in the slanting sun.