Like a Slice of Cantalope !

a slice of cantaloupe on a warm summer day

one big bite from a moon pie

a tall ice cold glass of sweet tea when you're really thirsty

lyin' on your bed with nothin' on but the box fan coolin' your body in the afternoon

sittin' on the front porch after the sun sat down listening to frogs, crickets and owls sing

barefooted walk through freshly mowed grass

lying in tall grasses tracing critters in the clouds with your eyes

the smell of freshly turned earth as you dig your toes in a mound meant for planting

first taste of a freshly picked garden tomato sprinkled with salt

drinking water straight from the hose then arching a rainbow over the neighbor's fence

catching the sun's last wave snuggled next to daddy on the concete porch

"to be continued".....

I thought I would just write what sang to me this morning at school. Actually the first two lines only..."I heard it with a southern accent, my southern childhood rich with verbal cues and visual vignettes." I miss what home was! I miss that time but I remember how I purposely studied moments and images as if I were documenting it for prosperity. I'm amazed that I can instantly rewind and replay the snippets of my life with incredible detail. So vivid are my visions that it's often difficult to separate the real smells, sounds, textures, and colors from memories. The memories are strong ones, memories linked to love, happiness and feeling safe. My childhood was far from typical, or free from sorrow and pain but somehow I instinctually knew to save back and treasure the good moments.





*I was thinking about someone special in my life this morning. Somehow I link these happy sensations with his presence in my life...LOL...I don't even know if he likes cantaloupe!