What is this mood, this feeling that I can't find a single word to describe?
I only know it as the feeling of a summer's eve,
But not just any lazy afternoon;
It's the one where the dusk has just set in,
And some whining fly needs swatted away every once and awhile;
And children come riding home on their bikes from the river with a tackle box and sometimes - just sometimes - a fish,
Upsetting the dog confined behind a white picket fence;
And clinking of dishes and strains of laughter creep along with the yellow light out through the screen door and across the grass,
To where the men sit around a crackling fire in dingy lawn chairs,
Joking and talking and sharing the love of mankind over beers.
But perhaps it isn't just the light, but also a ***** child
Who thought his father's lap would save him from his mother and a bath.
After scrubbing off the layers of bug-spray and a day spent in play,
To climb a wonderfully weary body into cool sheets,
And to fall asleep to the sound of an oscillating fan and the peeping frogs and the feel of a mother's kiss and the slow rotating of the stars --
That is the most wonderful feeling in the world.
Memory for most people means images, but our senses of smell, taste, sound, and touch are actually are strongest memories. We tend to associate certain feelings or people with these senses, so it's so hard to capture the feeling of summer in a single word; for every person it means a different thing.