"And the wind will say, 'Here were a decent, godless people, their only monument the asphalt road and a thousand lost golfballs.'" -T. S. Eliot
Friday, July 08, 2011
Summer Evening
The best part of summer is that time of day when the sun's just about to slip below the horizon, the shadows are long and deep and everything seems to be tinted in gold and blue. Leave the Blackberry and the laptop in the house, go outside, sit there in your back yard sipping some cold lemonade and watch the light slowly recede from the world as the fireflies rise from the grass. In the quiet of a waning day, the office and its cares will slip away. Be still and listen to the sound of the children playing in the yard across the street, dishes clinking in the kitchen next door. Feel the memories of all your past summers slithering back into your brain like timid garter snakes. Recall the soothing sound of your parents talking with friends on the back patio as the sun set and dusk crept over the world. Remember when the world was a simpler place to live. Think I'm making it up? Try it some time and see. Summer evening is the best time to fall into reverie.
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