Summer is in the eye of the beholder
For me the dog food comes out of the can with ease, and the mornings offer fewer pains. The girls are wearing cut off jeans and swim suits and the garden jumps up after every rain. The sounds of kids playing Marco Polo and the cicadas scream. Delicious new drinks and warm ice cream. These are a few of the things that summer brings after the preview of Spring. Now the clouds grow more interesting and nights glow lavender and purple. Every breeze now blows to please. The smell of fishy ocean water and crash of waves and short sweet nights and long drawn days. Fawn come up to their mother's knee and the beaver blocks the stream. Picnic barbecue smoke, volleyballs, frisbees, music and happy shouts fill the air everywhere. The hornets guard the trash cans and the garbage stinks more. Trips are all of a sudden in a car as hot as the Earth's core. The storms are sudden and savage and the mornings are softer than down. Summer is king of the seasons yet always passes its crown. Every summer means something new and reminds me of every summer gone by. But right now I'll watch this cloud and lounge away from the crowd.
Summer arrives in a couple hours but feels like its always been here.