Summer
I love the summer time. Outside, when it gets dark, it's completely perfect. It's the kind of alluring atmosphere that makes me wish I had a secret lover who I wake each night by throwing rocks at her window. We sneak out and own the night. Spend it walking along streets abandoned to the darkness or lying in the grass, and, of course, getting some shmecken's. I slip silently back into my bed just as dawn breaks. Wake up and start the day as usual. I see her during the day but only intense glances, as we make eye contact, acknowledge our arcane relationship. They give me shivers. Others flirt with her and I watch, pretending not to be insanely jealous, and at the same time completely confident that I know where the hearts passion lies. No one else knows....
Well, at least that's how I feel, and it's a damn shame if no else does.
Well, at least that's how I feel, and it's a damn shame if no else does.
posted by Nate Mecham at 1:05 AM
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Last night, as we arrived home from the Mormon Tabernacle Chior concert,we noticed that the whole Ponderosa area's power had gone out. Walking in the black house looking for candles really makes you feel instead of see. I felt the warm summers night. It felt pure. Maybe we lose sight of best things with our weaknesses.
Just thought i would leave a comment.
Jared
Nate: "sometimes I feel the same."
I'm a summer-luvin child myself. This is a great post. It brought to the forefront of my mind treasured memories of my highschool years; the way a good summer night does. Those memories, made inside a warm, dark sky, are vivid and playful.
It would be a shame if no one else felt the way you do, but I think I do feel the same way; although you describe it better than I know how.
Random comment: I was thinking last night about the "Breakfast is Back!" commercial because I luv it, when I thought to myself "Napping is Back!" and imagined a life with someone who shared the same sleep schedule as I and we had lunch-time naps like we were still in Kindergarten. Ahhh.
There is just something about summer nights!... The smell of wind, bonfires, grass and flowers. Warm pavement on your feet. The sweet songs of crickets. The restless nights of sleeping on my deck. The millions of stars scattered across the midnight sky. The nightgames and night hikes that so often creep back into my memory. AHHHHH YES! Summer is here and I love it.
Nate,
I really wish you wouldn't tell people about our secret affair.
What summer was YOUR secret affair?
Last night I was driving at 3 in the morning and a sly fog was lurking just below the skirts of the squatty pinetrees that infest the area. The moon looked like a splotch of smeared ranch dressing in the peach-colored, starless sky. It doesn't get dark enough for stars yet. I felt like knifing a trail with my body slowly through the misplaced cloud. I didn't get out of my car. How often does one get to walk through a cloud napping on the ground? I'm kinda sad I didn't get out. I didn't wish for a boy that woke me with rocks at my window to walk through it with me. Just me the moon and me. So I almost maybe kinda felt like you, indulging the secret loves within myself.
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