Summer Story

How do I even begin to describe this too-short season called summer? How do I record and preserve it? How do I make what is indescribable...intangible...invisible - visible and real?

The smells...the sounds...the heat...the colors...the magical light? What and how and when and where?

It's what I've been's what I've been's what I've been looking for. A new way in which I might see it..feel it...experience it. A new way of telling this same ol' story in a whole new way.

If I didn't stop. if I didn't look. If I didn't see. In one blink of the would pass right by. It would would would be over before it began.

How would I would you would any of us know that this particular summer happened?