I'm writing to you from the hammock on our back porch. In this moment, I am trying to soak up everything I love about summer nights at home. I love the heavy smell of orange blossoms and jasmine, and the sound of the river lazily trickling its way across the yard. I love the web of twinkle lights that Mom and I hung over our homemade bar. I love listening to the frogs call to each other in the loudest and proudest voices they can muster. I love the way the air feels on my skin. It's a feeling that you only ever get on summer nights in California. Dry, only slightly cooler than your skin, a relief from the intense heat of the day. There's nothing like the first warm night when you get to leave your window open and sleep with the blankets pulled close while the summer breeze fills your room.
To me, all of these things come together in my mind and create an image of home. I don't know why summer nights stay so close to my heart. Maybe it's because of all those summer nights I spent playing in this very yard... making mud pies and running from dragons until long after the sun had been swallowed by the night and the moon was so close I could reach it. Back then (and even now) summer nights were like a dream to me. They are like a world of their own, totally disconnected from the events of the day. On summer nights I am able to simply "be" without any expectations. I am able to think the thoughts that I don't have time for in the busy rush of the day. On this summer night I am thinking about how grateful I am to be lying in this hammock, at this home, under these stars.
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AuthorHey, it's Kerry:) I have 2 older sisters and they both started a blogs... so naturally (being the little sister) I joined the bandwagon. So here I am! I hope you enjoy, if not... well go find something else to do. :) Archives
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