reflections on a summer holiday

jimbits of love filling the centre of a circle

The beds were lumpy. Everything was old and musty. The scent of countless winters of neglect hung in the air. Paint peeled from porch steps. The worn floorboards screamed of countless summers of delight.

No Tee Vee.

No Wee Fee

No A Cee.

The windows did not open.

The heat and humidity both inside and out?

Oppressive.

For the four of us

(and our four furry accomplices)

It was perfek.

Bike riding on red sands

Expansive pastures and expensive pastries.

Wool and waterslides.

Jump off the pier.

Let the river take you.

That game?

We played it a full afternoon.

Filled with flaky whitefish.

It was such a lovely circle.

So many circles together.

Ferris wheels, tilt-a-whirl, go karts.

Engineered circles of processed cheese.

All so delightful

On our last night?

The circles were broken by chain lightning and downpours.

Odin’s concert sent the dogs scrambling under beds, while we sat and enjoyed the misty edge of the storm from the cedar porch.

Now?

The air smells different.

A cool breeze is blowing.

Another summer is coming …