Summer Breeze

It's so hot and yet every once in awhile up pops a gentle breeze - the leaves rustle, birds are chirping in the background and you just lie there taking it all in like a deep breath. You close your eyes and see that it's the same every summer from as early as you can remember. The smells and sounds and feel of that gentle breeze - always the same, something you can always count on to conjure up all summers gone by - a Newark neighborhood as you lie on the attic floor eye level with the squirrels in the trees and there is that gentle summer breeze coming in that attic window lapping over you like a cool sea wave; a Riviera Beach backyard as you lie on a chaise lounge turning brown in the South Jersey sun waiting for that cool breeze to cool your baking body. At fifty-six you wonder how did it all go by so quickly. And yet it did. . .