it's funny how one summer can
change everything.
It
must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine,fresh
cut grass,and honeysuckle,asphalt sizzling after late day
thunderstorms,the steam rising while everything drips around
it.
Something about long,lazy days and whirring air conditioners and
bright plastic flip flops.
Something about fall being so close,another year,another
Christmas,another beginning.
So much in one summer,stirring up like the storms that crest at
the end of each day,blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave
everything gasping and cool.
Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger on
it,finding the exact point when everything
changed.
That summer was
mine.