Summer Wind

Mid-eighties, sunny... not a cloud in the sky.  Trees blowing from a slight, warm breeze.  Laughter from children in the distance... and birds singing... I miss summer.  I used to take my sleeping bag and lay it out on the grass in the park and sprawl out, reading a book or doing my puzzles... taking in some of the sun's rays and maybe a quick nap with my headphones on or walking through the grass barefoot.  I miss summer and it's warm embrace.  It's been a cold, wet winter... it's time.

I leave for Cancun tomorrow morning.  It will be good to clear my head and smell the ocean... I'm looking forward to going back.  I always related to the hard-working Mexican people and their way of life, not easy, and their heritage, rich in history.  I've been there three other times in the past and it always is a phenomenal time.  White, sandy beaches, water as clear and warm as bath, the smell of tropical flowers and the sounds of steel drum bands... there's nothing like it.