I smell an eternal summer in the wind
and dream of rustling grass blades and dandelions.
I hear the airborne chatter of kids on vacation
clutching on to kites of fancy free —
so immersed in childish innocence and play.
Condensation forms on jugs of icy lemonade
placed on white-doilied trays
with chocolate chip cookies
freshly baked.
I hear mothers busy in kitchens kneading dough
and complaining of what do to with their children
this sunny season, but always with smiles on their lips.
I see fathers covered with sweat and sawdust
from new pantry shelves for the house,
those saltish beads running down their tanned and muscled arms.
If I listen really carefully,
I swear I can almost hear the jangle of cowbells
in harmony with their owners’ mooing.
I feel the hot rays on my back
and welcome the spouting of sweat from pores,
and the wind,
oh yes,
it all comes back to me with a sniff —
the smell of an eternal summer bliss.
