Thursday, July 12, 2012
Tweny-four summers have come and gone; these days they are spent mainly inside, painting the walls or sewing curtains, proofing grad school papers and cooking dinner. It's familiar and comforting to look back and see how the years have shaped and changed me, and it makes me wonder too what's coming next. Summers are the reason I think marshmallows were made to be dipped in strawberry milk, the reason I will always hear Alan Jackson and think of my grandma and the sound of jars sealing as they cool on the cinderblocks, the reason that the smell of fresh cut grass makes me long for a ball at my feet and space to run. Summer- you always end before I am ready to see you go, if I blink I can miss you altogether, but you never fail to give me great memories to look back on.