Back then, lying in the grass and taking a serious look at the clouds above, was a full time job, because that is when you thought of the very best thing to do next. And ‘next’ always involved the water, where the contest of importance was who was going to get wet first, you or the dog.
Makes me want to dip my toes into the past, when time moved slower, and summer seemed to stretch on forever.
Now is the time to linger, just before the fall takes summer by the hand,
Now is the time to remember the worth of possibilities in our dreams.