Summer

I love to say the names of seasons.  Each one feels good in my mouth, as Tommy would say.  Some words DO feel better than others when you say them.  For example: HOME, BABY, BABBLING BROOK.  

Some words don't feel good!  ANGRY, VOMIT, TRASH. 

When you say the seasons of the year, though, they not only feel good, they sound good.  WINTER, SPRING, FALL or AUTUMN and, of course, SUMMER...the season in which we now find ourselves.

I always go back to the summers of my childhood.  The sounds of summer are easily conjured up, as well as the smells and just the overall feel.     Summer says watermelon, picnics, flowers, hummingbirds, and blue skies.  It smells like newly mowed grass and hamburgers on the grill.  Sun tan lotion and citronella candles. It sounds like wind chimes and Cicadas.  It feels like a new friend you haven't seen in awhile.  

If you haven't done it this summer, run outside, just for a minute, barefoot.  Stand for awhile in the grass and remember when you kept asking your Mother if it was time for you to go barefoot once more.  

"Summertime....and the livin' is easy."