There are those moments in life that seem to effortlessly flow one into another, defying you to remember where they started and when. Sometimes it is best to just pause and be present in them, taking in the precious gift of one more linked wonder in life’s memory box.
Sometimes on an August afternoon,
I enter the Women’s Bath House
on a timeless beach
and get lost in what year it is.
Am I age 9 or 17…or 33, …or 65?
What does it matter?
The look, the smell, the familiar memory,
the delicious feeling of the air
on my smooth, cool, drying skin
after swimming…
the luxuriously pleasant relaxation
of every muscle,
with each settling musing thought
is really just all one endless summer of my life.
Sometimes on an August afternoon
when I enter a Women’s Bath house,
I get lost in what year it is.
Ever Summer.
4 replies on “August Musing Ever Summer”
You capture this moment well, Chris. I can relate! Summer, especially, seems so full of these moments.
Thank-you Rosie.
Wonderfully put… every word. I was there in the timelessness.
Oh Suzanne… I am so grateful for your comments. Thank-you so much.