"A commonplace book is what a provident poet cannot subsist without, for this proverbial reason, that “great wits have short memories:” and whereas, on the other hand, poets, being liars by profession, ought to have good memories; to reconcile these, a book of this sort, is in the nature of a supplemental memory, or a record of what occurs remarkable in every day’s reading or conversation." - Jonathan Swift, "A Letter of Advice to a Young Poet"

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

This is Summer

Pancakes with strawberries for breakfast. Pasta salad for lunch. Fresh apricots in the afternoon. Burgers for dinner (left-over from the 4th of July).

Jeans cuffed. New tan lines every day. The perfect feeling of pulling on a hoodie as a warm day turns into a cold evening. Dirt scuffing over the edge of your sandals, dusts your toes with cool earth. 

Dogs racing through long grass in the park. Fat bumble bees slamming the window three times before they decide it’s solid. The warm belly fur of the little black cat you meet on the sidewalk. Two swans on the lake in the morning, ruffling their glowing white wings.

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