Stacy Clark “Sunshine” by Atmosphere Today, Tomorrow and Yesterday
It’s the four of us, Ariel curly-headed at the wheel, Alex taking shotgun with an ipod poised in her hand. Hannah Johnson and I unfold in the backseat, her toes tucked mercilessly under my bum. “Johnson, what the heck are you doing!?” “…My toes are cold!” “And now so is my ass!” But it doesn’t matter that much, because Alex found the right track like she always does and now the car explodes with sound, as farms and fields and everything else I forget to remember slides by. A song we all know and the words are like syrup oozing out of us, maple syrup music. We scream and chant and vibe together, and as the song ends the bowl is once again packed and coming this way. Hannah takes greens, lips curling as she pulls in the smoke, the curve on her eyelashes matching her mouth. Smoke billows out, fanning into the front seat, tendrils wrapping around the headrests. She passes it to me, and I pause, searching for my soul in the bottom of a tightly packed bowl. I scroll my thumb over the lighter, once, twice, and hold the flame over the thoughts I’d been thinking. And so this is how we lived, scheming away for a couple minutes every day, to loose ourselves in music and moments of companionship, because we were young and hopeful and afraid to be alone. And now, now I’m not much older but oh how different the days weigh. Each second stops my heart- each minute rings in my ears because Time, well Time keeps trying to get away. I miss those hours we wasted, wandering away in the wilderness of humanity, trying to guide each other. But Today ran by and Tomorrow is a day that I’ll forget to appreciate enough, so Tonight- Tonight, I’ll dream about those Yesterdays we shared, when the sunshine sang with us on those stuffy, smoke saturated Saturdays, when we could sit, for just a little bit, and forget that the world wasn’t perfect.
Stacy Clark
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Today, Tomorrow and Yesterday
It’s the four of us, Ariel curly-headed at the wheel, Alex taking shotgun with an ipod poised in her hand. Hannah Johnson and I unfold in the backseat, her toes tucked mercilessly under my bum.
“Johnson, what the heck are you doing!?”
“…My toes are cold!”
“And now so is my ass!”
But it doesn’t matter that much, because Alex found the right track like she always does and now the car explodes with sound, as farms and fields and everything else I forget to remember slides by. A song we all know and the words are like syrup oozing out of us, maple syrup music. We scream and chant and vibe together, and as the song ends the bowl is once again packed and coming this way.
Hannah takes greens, lips curling as she pulls in the smoke, the curve on her eyelashes matching her mouth. Smoke billows out, fanning into the front seat, tendrils wrapping around the headrests. She passes it to me, and I pause, searching for my soul in the bottom of a tightly packed bowl.
I scroll my thumb over the lighter, once, twice, and hold the flame over the thoughts I’d been thinking.
And so this is how we lived, scheming away for a couple minutes every day, to loose ourselves in music and moments of companionship, because we were young and hopeful and afraid to be alone.
And now, now I’m not much older but oh how different the days weigh. Each second stops my heart- each minute rings in my ears because Time, well Time keeps trying to get away. I miss those hours we wasted, wandering away in the wilderness of humanity, trying to guide each other. But Today ran by and Tomorrow is a day that I’ll forget to appreciate enough, so Tonight-
Tonight, I’ll dream about those Yesterdays we shared, when the sunshine sang with us on those stuffy, smoke saturated Saturdays, when we could sit, for just a little bit, and forget that the world wasn’t perfect.