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Screen Door Summer

first days of Summer

early childhood

first, second, third year of school

when Summers first started to mean something

 

*Free.

 

I am Free.*

 

i remember

i remember those days

i remember that feeling

only remember

i remember one morning

early

seven or eight

both of us

myself and the day

just starting to heat up

 

i remember finding our front door open

wide open

propped open

because we'd just bought a new screen door

our first

to let the Summer in

i can still remember the sweet smell

of the soft blond wood frame of our new door

blending with the scent of suburban Summer wafting through

cut grass and pool water

dandelion and hot asphalt

 

i remember the sparkles of dust twinkling

through the enormous beam of radiant Sun

pouring through our open front door

flooding through our new screen door

pooling in two golden domino blocks

on the orange **** carpet

 

i remember lying down then

right there on the carpet

right there at our open front door

in my pj's

in that bath of light

and doing nothing else

doing nothing at all

 

i remember it was so warm

so comfortable

so wonderful

so perfect

i didn't want to leave

i didn't have to leave

i could lay there as long as i wanted

i had nothing else to do

all i had to do was whatever i wanted

and what i wanted was to lay right there

and let the blissful Summer Sun caress me all over

until there was nothing else

 

i remember i felt free then

absolutely felt it

for the first time

a sort-of tingle in the belly

like falling

or flying

the exhilaration of that new-found freedom

knowing i was free

knowing this was only the beginning

knowing there were months more of this left

months more to look forward to

the upwelling joy that knowledge brings

the surge of happiness at having nothing better to do

than drown in a pool of starlight

 

i remember recognizing

even then

that there was something special happening there

i didn't know what it was

not then

but i knew there wouldn't be many days like that

and there haven't been

this is the only one i can remember

anymore

 

but i'm glad i remember

it feels good to remember

it dulls the ache

left from wondering

if i'll ever get to feel that way again

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michael-valentine
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Published
Jan 16, 2015
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#freedom#summer#nostalgia#childhood#adulthood
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