forgotten sensations

this was made the summer jeanna was pregnant with henry. the summer heat would be unbearable late into the evenings. our apartment didn't have air-conditioning, so we would drive.

this was the last summer when it was only the two of us, and i often try to recall the smells and the way the wind felt on my face as we drove with the windows open. i think this was one of the last times i really took notice of these sensations. time passed, for the most part, far slower and life felt more deliberate.