I Remember July

Sometimes it is best to read this entry in the short, dark, cold days that make the middle of winter seem endless.


I remember July.

When I danced in circles, snapping at persistent flies lurking above my head.

I remember July.

When the oppressively hot air mixed with the scent of freshly mowed lawns.

I remember July.

When the sun was huge and bright, kissing the earth with golden rays.

I remember July,

When summer seemed endless and everything felt possible.

Shine on,


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