He said "can you hear it? it is getting louder... the sound of summer running". it side-steps the ground that we sleep on, somehow follows me but still takes the lead.      open up your ears and please don't speak, i'll try to put my life down on paper. I'll sketch it scene by scene, paint the people and the places, red to show the bad times... blue the smiles.      please hold the line, while we try to forget you... that, or hold on tight.      the next time that you are next to me, take a look at our feet as they reflect in the glass... don't you just love how our strides are perfectly in time? =)      Do the little things make you smile?      They make me smile.