THE HONEYMOON WAS ENDING AS THE SUN SANK FROM THE SKY INTO THE BLUEST OCEAN, LIKE A MYKONOS GOODBYE AND THE LOCALS HUNG THEIR LAUNDRY, BRIGHTLY COLORED ON THE LINES AMONG THE HIVE OF WHITE-WASHED HOUSES WITH DOGS AND KIDS INSIDE AND A BABY SCREAMED - IT SHOCKED US, JUST LIKE A STARTING GUN AND NOW I THINK THIS SUNSET LOOKS LIKE EVERY OTHER ONE FROM HERE TO HORIZON YOU KNOW I'M GONNA TRY TO MAKE EACH DAY LIKE POSTCARD LAUNDRY BRIGHTLY COLORED ON THE LINE ON THE DAY OUR SUN GOES DOWN AND PASSES INTO NIGHT AND WE LIE DOWN TOGETHER TO KISS THE LONG GOODBYE AND YOU THINK ABOUT THE NUMBERED LISTS THAT POPULATE YOUR DAYS WALKING DOGS AND DROPPING OFF AND PICKING UP THE KIDS I HOPE YOU'LL SAY THROUGH IT ALL EACH TASK CONTAINED A BIT OF PARADISE JUST LIKE THAT POSTCARD LAUNDRY BRIGHTLY COLORED ON THE LINE