Nostalgic Summer Days

When the sun hits the horizon in just that way
Or a rumbling motor passes, low and commanding
I think of Main Street, lazy days, and warm July nights,
and I remember that time ..
the first time you kissed me,
back when the feeling was new.
I remember a cold Cutthroat Beer, the stereo echoing off hardwood floors,
and that one summer,
once upon a time.