it’s the color of summer
fragrant red roses dancing in the breeze
luscious red tomatoes clinging to the vine
bright red ketchup spurting from a hotdog bun
sweet red watermelon juice dripping down my face
a spoonful of ripe red strawberries oozing over vanilla ice cream
deep red cherry pie
a ruby red kiss at sunset
painful red sunburn
which is why I’m inside writing about Summer
instead of outside enjoying it
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We have two dear friends, neighbors down the street, who are quite resourceful at finding fun things to do on the cheap. This past week, they asked if we’d like to go to a free noontime concert.
Friday noon found us in the center of a sunny downtown rooftop garden. comfortably shaded by trees, we sat on the lawn directly in front of the stage. While his wife took mine over to greet a mama duck and her ducklings in a nearby pond, my friend described the setting.
It was magical, a garden paradise filled with trees and flowers surrounded by towering office buildings and All around us, the buzz of voices as the lawn filled up with other concertgoers.
The wives returned, the tuna sandwiches were passed out, and we munched happily to the delightful sounds of latin jazz.
For a moment, there was no blindness, no dementia, just us in the midst of happy people enjoying summer music on a glorious day.
Sometimes, it’s just nice to feel normal.
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