Friday, May 6

Guess Who's Back

The sound of the lawn mower came through the back screen door the way it always does after the final snow melt. Reminding me of lawn mower ride days with dad in the back yard with a doll in each arm. It was may and there were signs of summer everywhere. The birds were having what could only be assumed as an argument, on the front yards only tree. welcoming the warm air as they cawed and cooed at each other. The breeze, that got warmer each week, being the only craving for driving around town with the windows down and sunglasses on, even if it was cloudy. The hems of jeans being rolled up twice, for perfect borderline flood pant capris. summer was coming, and anticipation was all we ever felt.

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