july

 

 

 

 

 

there were those hot sticky nights
picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass
waiting for the fireworks
we chased fireflies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

one summer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“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 from the drugstore thwacking down the street. 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.”

 

~ Sarah Dessen

 

 

 

 

in her house

 

 

 

 

 

“Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs”

~ George Eliot

 

 

 

 

 

 

drive in

 

 

 

 

summer nights
we’d pile in the back of dad’s station wagon
in our pajamas
equipped with blankets, pillows and paper bags full of junk food
and fall asleep halfway through the feature

 

 

 

 

 

 

waking up

 

 

 

 

 

 

“It takes only a moment to breathe, 
a moment to be still, and just like that,
 something in me settles, softens,
 makes space for imperfection.
 The harsh voice of judgement 
drops to a whisper and 
I remember again 
that life isn’t a relay race,
 that we will all cross the finish line, 
that waking up to life 
is what we were born for.  
As many times as I forget, 
catch myself charging forward
 without even knowing where I’m going, 
that many times I can make the choice 
to stop, to breathe, and be,
 and walk slowly into the mystery”.

 

~ Danna Faulds