Chuck Taylors. A backyard deck. Parents away. Go ahead, be a little daring. Open your legs. Reveal the soft promise of curls. That's it. Snap a photo.
Takes me back to that time just after high school and before college. The world ahead, feeling so old, so ready to go out and find myself. Still so young, and in many ways, so scared. Warm days humming with summer. Languid, and bored.
Mark Twain said youth is wasted on the young. Is it?