Tonight Henry ran to the screen door that I had just opened after an early evening thunderstorm. The door overlooks our west terrace in the photo above and captures wonderful night air, even in the hottest weather. Henry breathed in the clearer air, tipped his head to one side as if to hear everything, grinned widely and said, "I love the sounds of summer!...Crickets!...and it just rained!" That said so much in one sentence as well as the smile on his face. Oh to be young and exuberant about the little things in life, the things we take for granted as old fuddy grownups.
I had just been admiring my boys on the couch, thinking if I could just freeze this time in their lives when they are so happy and haven't really a care or a worry. When they still get along--with us and each other--and when the world is really as simple as one's own sensory perceptions and time is in the moment and the "eternal now".
Soon the days will be even shorter, the cricket chorus will be louder, summer days will wane and we will be in that odd-uneven time, the bittersweet time of the year at summer's end. But for now, for a few more weeks in the life of a 7 year old boy and his 5 year old brother, every day is a summer day--with an unplanned destination, a wide horizon, and the promise of things to come.
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