Monday, August 2, 2010
Morning fishermen, seeking the hungry bass and trout, find peace among the whispering streams and chuckling rivers.
The sun climbs the sky in a slow, stately turn. White clouds dot the bright blue arc of the sky, the great and endless dome that promises lazy, slow motion days. Most adults look out upon this sky, and the green trees and cool grass from behind closed windows. The only buzzing they hear come from flourescent lights and cell phones. When they steal glances, summer calls. Summer reminds them of childhood, of endless hours spent in grass, of ball games and tag and bike rides down lanes and through fields. Children play in the sun, unaware of the longing of the adults behind their concrete walls and mounds of paper. Until vacations, when all run free.