July

Summer, time as a gift, and when doing nothing turns out to be everything

July was nine states that all tasted of summer. It was my son turning three and watermelon mouths and thanking time for all its gifts. It was lake water and sea water and big-sky-blue in every direction. It was tan lines from our sandals and notebooks full of nothing but wildflowers. It was saying goodbye to the fireflies and welcoming the grief over th…