blue

AT THE LAKESIDE

  

walking up and down the lakeside in search for our very own buried treasure; or have we already found it? something we might call  summer

when we reached the coastline road a feeling of excitement vented through the windows that were rolled all the way down. the vast blueness rolled past us and an old 60s song comes on the radio that feels like red lipstick and blue polka dot dresses. the crammed car is  full of tank tops and shorts and lemonade grins. the giddiness is almost too much by the time we get out. running like cheetahs to the lakeside.



 another summer has at last come.

Little fingers

Dear friend
I remember in summers past when I would wake up every morning at 8, put on my clean white sandals and eat a breakfast under the canopy of lime colored trees in my backyard. scabbed over knees and sweet red lips would smile up at the blue sky. summer would ring out in every shade of red white and blue. peanut butter would me smothered all over tiny fingers.
my childhood summers were memorable.
i dont know why but i just thought i should say that
love always erin