summer lost, cast away, set adrift, no journaling file system, it is gone, days filled with sunlight unseen from windowless rooms, afternoons and evenings of ultimate, weekends of ultimate, after everything else, ultimate, and movies, and a settling, like silt on the riverbed, after a long journey from far upstream, the rapids, long since past, the open ocean not that far away, but settling here, on the bayou, on the river delta, here in this place, it will become fertile, to be joined by others, to eventually drive, provide solid ground, and extension of the land behind, and stretching out into the sea before.