Part of me remembers summers that seemed forever long...
CALIFORNIA SUMMER Summer heat-- sweet relief in darkened hall beneath the fan, the rumbling wind, the storm that blew the cool all through the house… I’d catch a chill and die, they claimed. Disbelieving, driven out to play, I’d wait another chance… Summer feet-- freed from socks and keds not always sufficently aware of bees among the clovers growing green in golden lawn… Dancing barefoot over dark macadam streets all afternoon but in the dusk relishing warm sidewalks before I had to go to bed... Sign in to see full entry.