those summer nights.

earlier this evening, i heard something walking around on my roof.
the wuss in me panicked slightly. a stalker? a serial killer? a neighborhood hooligan?!

it wasn't a hooligan.
it was my friend, mckenzie.

i was relieved to see her.
we laughed.

she was up there taking pictures of the summer night.
that sounded like a good idea to me, so i came inside and took this picture through my dirty window.

someday, when we don't live here any longer, i know that i will miss those windows and sitting on the lawn with mckenzie and her kids the very most.