We are gone

The poem (link below) elucidates the ephemeral moments of summer and happiness- when the author meets a lover at the stairs, ensconced in the imagery of lemonade powder and ice cream trucks. Her sense of time expands and compresses, as her years are short but days are long as she reminisces of someone she loves.

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/08/03/we-are-gone