summer is
sticky saltwater tickling down torso
under the dewy cotton blouse
praying for a breeze to freeze
the moisture where it lies.
summer is
sun-browned skin
painted toenails, aqua waters
splashing your face as the boat surges
and you’re soaked
but you, smiling, don’t care.
summer is
singing country songs because for once they seem fitting
windows all the way down, hair abandoned to the wind’s whim
sunglasses and beach dresses
melting each moment, swallowing them slowly down
willing warmth to linger longer
knowing all the time it can’t.
wanderlove 
Hi Hannah,
Loved the definition of summer…. I am grieving that it is over. Summer just
Whizzed by for us. We just got our antique boat out last week. Final day of water skiing today.
We are headed to Eastern Canada next week for a wedding. Roy has 3 1st cousins that still get
Together and tell “yarns”. They really are funny. One of them is getting remarried (his wife died a year ago.
What are you up to these days? Where are you?
Fondly,
Carol J