July 21, 2006

and you can use my skin/to bury secrets in

favourite memories of summer:
- having dad bring wild raspberries home
- the feeling of having the sun bake into your skin
- the kind of deep, dead sleep that comes with the humid weather
- rollerblading on freshly paved roads
- summer apples fresh from the backyard trees
- lazy lunches outside
- playing hide and seek late at night with the neighbourhood kids
- baseball games encompassing two front lawns and the street
- the scent of freshly mowed grass mixed with gasoline from the lawnmower
- sitting on the back porch, eating mangoes without a plate, with bare feet digging into the grass
- showering under the backyard hose
- white cotton nightgowns
- the sound of the upstairs overhead fan