There was nothing I loved more than those hot summer evenings when we would sit on the street and let the sun beat down on our skin. We could feel the tropic, sticky air with each inhalation; the air so thick you could cut through it. I liked the way that, as small gusts of wind blew past me, my skin would softly shiver before returning to its still, warmed state. It made me sleepy, like a silent lullaby of the sun was discreetly blowing my mind out of consciousness. I miss those days together. Those days we spent; just you, me and the sun.