I miss summer. I miss being able to play, and be carefree and even bored sometimes. I miss bike rides to the community pool with friends, I miss frozen Charleston Chew bars, sand in my shoes, sweat in my eyes, and shivering after eating an ice cream cone on a warm summer evening. I miss summer camp, canoeing, camp fires and camp songs. I miss the anticipation of summer travel and the joy of spending time away from home. I miss The Beach Boys blasting from Aunties convertible, I miss fishing off the dock at Cape Porpoise. I miss Grammy’s “grape-aid” at Swift River and floating over the rocks made smooth from the current. I miss lobsters on the flag stone walk, tuna sandwiches and little bottles of ginger-ale on the beach. I miss strawberry shortcake made with peaches just for me, and sitting in Grammy’s yard till way after dark. I miss the smell of fresh shaved wood in the shop and the smell of the ocean and coastal vegetation as we walked to the cove. I miss the feeling of coming home and sleeping in my own bed, and the sound of the crickets as I drifted off to sleep…
I can’t have those days back, but I’m learning to live fondly with the memories of them.
I’m making new summer memories now. Like these: