summer

Most people who spend their lives are dreaming of having a summer house somewhere in the suburb of their city where they could lie in the hot sun all day long, drinking coffee and juice. They think they are enjoying life, but really they are spending life.

Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

She didn__ know that loss was alive in the world, a thief always about to slam you and steal everything you had.

The whiff of ocean on the southern breeze and the smell of burning asphalt brought back memories of summers past. It had seemed as though those sweet dreams of summer would last forever: the warmth of a girl__ skin, an old rock ___ roll song, freshly washed button-down shirt, the odor of cigarette smoke in a pool changing room, a fleeting premonition. Then one summer (when had it been?) the dreams had vanished, never to return.

Farewell, Timothy Riley__ Bar," Lane said softly. "Home of the nickel beer. Snooker emporium. Repository of Bluebird records, three for a dime. We honor you and your passing. Farewell. Farewell, Timothy Riley__nd terraplanes and rumbleseats and saddle shoes and Helen Forrest and the Triple-C camps and Andy Hardy and Lum ___ Abner and the world-champion New York Yankees! Rest in peace, you age of innocence__ou beautiful, serene, carefree, pre-Pearl Harbor, long summer night. We__l never see your likes again.

The hours were long, but the days were short, and as much as I willed it to never come, the end of summer arrived anyway.

I love how summer just wraps it__ arms around you like a warm blanket.

I love you, Tess McGee. I don__ do big funny or heartfelt speeches in front of people at birthday parties, but I__ excellent in private alcoves in beer gardens._ He paused. __kay, that sounded really bad, what I mean is __ kissed him into silence. I pressed my forehead against his with a sigh. __ love you, too, Toby. In fact, that__ what I was going to tell you before we walked into the beer garden. Right before the really bad singing started.__oby chuckled. He let out a sigh of relief. __eady to reminisce?__ whispered my final word before he closed the distance.__lways.

I remember when I was twenty-five,â_ he said. â__o client comes to you when youâ__re twenty-five. Itâ__s like when you are looking for a doctor. You donâ__t want the new one that just graduated. You donâ__t want the very old one, the one shaking, the one twenty years past his prime. You want the seasoned one who has done it so many times he can do it in his sleep though. Same thing with attorneys.

In summer, a soothing warm breeze on a beach is the most soothing music for the soul.

I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girlFrom summer she is made my lovely summer girlI'd love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girlBut I'm never warm enough for my lovely summer girlIt's summer when she smiles, I'm laughing like a childIt's the summer of our lives; we'll contain it for a whileShe holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her handI'd be happy with this summer if it's all we ever had.

In summer, we grow younger and stay young forever.

Her fragility makes her uncomfortable, but it has a familiarity, too, like the biting cold of winter that you only half forget during other seasons.

Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.

Largely, now, it was not anger he felt, but rather a kind of bone-scraping, quiet, ever-present sorrow. To come to the place that was supposed to stay the same, to come and find it changed. Dr. Miller had warned him against what he called the 'geographic cure.' You can't fix yourself by going somewhere else, he'd said. You'll always take yourself along.

But here I am in July, and why am I thinking about Christmas pudding? Probably because we always pine for what we do not have. The winter seems cozy and romantic in the hell of summer, but hot beaches and sunlight are what we yearn for all winter.

If I weren't so screwed up, I would've sold my soul a long time ago for a handsome man who made me feel pretty or who could at least treat me to a Millionaire's Martini. Instead I lingered over a watered down Sparkling Apple and felt sorry about what I was about to do to the blue-eyed bartender standing in front of me. Although I shouldn__, after all, I am a bail recovery agent. It's my job to get my skip, no matter the cost.If I weren't so screwed up, I would've sold my soul a long time ago for a handsome man who made me feel pretty or who could at least treat me to a Millionaire's Martini. Instead I lingered over a watered down Sparkling Apple and felt sorry about what I was about to do to the blue-eyed bartender standing in front of me. Although I shouldn't, after all, I am a bail recovery agent. It's my job to get my skip, no matter the cost. Yet, I had been wondering lately. What was this job costing me? Yet, I had been wondering lately. What was this job costing me?

At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon.