though i grow older each year and summer vacation is not what it was when i was in school, it still holds for me the promise of magic and bliss. in summer, we find so many things that we have lost along the way (oh, hi, boundless joy. oh there you are, carelessness). it seems that summer is a journey into the brightest part of our own center; it is the golden honey hidden in the cupboard of seasons, it is the warm light through the window in the morning, it is the crisp, sweet wetness of the watermelon's heart.
summer is the lover that inspires poetry, even in solitude. it is heartbreaking by nature: the long days, the warm nights, the dreams that glitter between river and sun, the ripeness of everything, the richness, the colors.
in summer we chase the water. each moment is orchestrated around the next time that we can be in the water. where? with whom? how long can we be there? how far must we drive? who can carry the food to the shore so that we can stay until we tire?
i think it is this closeness to the metaphor that is so freeing for us in this season - that we can be in the rivers and creeks is a relief; no more trying to let go and be in the flow, we just are. finally it is june: the elements have aligned and we can simply walk into the middle of the river and stay there.