Tuesday, July 24, 2012

A Summer Day

Today's humidity soared past the point of discomfort into that space reserved for boiler type heat. We walked before breakfast, before the heat took itself seriously, before walking up a small hill felt like ascending  a 10,000  foot peak.

A quick thunderstorm broke the back of the humidity. Now a cool breeze reminds me if how a perfect summer day is something to remember during the winter.

And what is perfect? It's a day that takes you back in time to a summer day after school ended for the year.

A time when grass tickled and a blade of grass held tight became a whistle, when a kite flew beyond the clouds, when strips of fly paper hung from the ceiling, when fireflies lit up the night and crickets harmonized.


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