THE SOUNDS OF SUMMER
The school year ended today.
No more bells.
The sounds will change.
Summer is here. . .
splashes, laughter, more T.V.
(I am okay with that . . in fact it would do me good to actually sit down with my kids and watch it with them sometime).
Summer means mountain time for us.
The wind blowing through those pines,
the silence of the starry night and the shooting stars.
I long for that come this time of year.
The rippling of the lake water gently washing upon the shore
or the babbling of a stream as it runs down.
Summer is here.
I am listening for a new song after the school year.
The song is often too brief but it is audible enough for me to remember throughout the school year
and it presses me on to this day:
the end of the school year and the beginning of summer sounds.