At last, summer arrives to the metropolis. Sunlight streams in through my window, waking me from hung over nightmares with the gentlest reminder of life. I take a long walk around the bay, reluctant to return to a buzzing screen and demands on my time. It is summer.
The last weeks of school before summer break always felt like a tingle, like a promise.
“What do you like doing best in the world, Pooh?"
"Well," said Pooh, "what I like best-" and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.
You are in the middle of the promise now.
And all you have to do
is enjoy it.
No comments:
Post a Comment