Summertime, oh, summertime, life’s so sweet.
Summer mornings with nothing to do, cooled by a gentle breeze and grass at my feet, grass so green, so thick, it tickles bare feet, to my ears comes the steady sound of crickets hidden away, on the fence the squirrels run with reckless abandon, above birds perched on branches high above serenading me daily with their song, and the blue lake that beckons me for a swim.
Where did you go this summer? one asks.
To the lake with my friends, to Dallas to see my daughter, to Colorado to see my son. To Norway and Denmark, for two weeks of fun.
What do remember best of all? they inquire.
Wondervu, Colorado, and Eldora Lodge, tucked away in Coal Creek Canyon, on Highway 72 past Whispering Pines, along the drive from Golden to Nederland, where few care to go. Then off the grid on Gross Reservoir Road to who knows where.
All so long ago, like yesterday, hard to remember, impossible to forget.