" It's funny how one summer
can change everything. It must be something about the heat and
the smell of chlorine, fresh cut grass and honey suckle, asphalt
sizzling after late-day thunder storms, the steam rising while
everything drips around it. Something about long,lazy days and
whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip-flops fom the
drugstore thwacking down the street.Something about fall being so
close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So
much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the
end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave
everything gasping and cool. Everyone can reach back to one
summer and lay a finger to it, finding that exact point when
everything changed."
