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 thinking..it's what I've been asking..it'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 eye..it would pass right by. It would come..it would go...it would be over before it began.

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