Thursday, May 16, 2013

hints of summer


It’s a simple thing. Running after the Frisbee with no thought of working tomorrow, no concerns about what I should have done earlier in the day, no question of who I need to call later. My one object is in the air, spinning toward me, above my head. 

And when I leap up to catch it, I’m six years old again. The weight of the world has dropped off of my shoulders. The cares and sorrows of adulthood are gone, if only for a moment.

Summer is all around me. And I jump to grab it before it disappears again.

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