Summer is here, with its long arms of light, and when I
think about what summer means to me I find that I am not yet able to put it all
into something cohesive enough for holding. Summer is too many things- a season, a symbol,
a lifestyle, a day marked on a calendar. Summer is for strawberry Twizzlers,
drive-in movies, and sno-cone shacks open late into the night. Summer is the time that we start worrying
about fire erupting in the dry-bone hills, but we water our gardens anyway. It’s
a time for barbecuing in the park or escaping to the mountains or beach for
cooler temperatures. Summertime reminds
me of pop music, first loves, and waiting impatiently for the day the pool opens. Summer is a pattern of sun and air and heat
and sweat that moves like lines in a mandala figure. Summer is for magic and/or/equals to heat
stroke, and is a mirage that we must hold onto before it is over. What is summer to you?
Scenes of Summer
Summer, to me, is the time to savor life – the time to stuff your mouth full of berries and veggies from the garden, while there is more than enough. The time to stay up late, to relish and hoard the abundance of light. A time to squeeze in as much as you can – ball games, outdoor plays, river floats, hikes, rides, festivals. A time for homemade ice cream, reggae music, and an occasional run through a sprinkler. Summer is the time when the year is in its prime – fully grown, yet youthful, still, and full of life-- like a big plump melon to be eaten immediately, before it starts to wither on the vine.
ReplyDeleteI love this Tim! "Like a big plump melon to be eaten immediately" So fresh and perfect!
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