The walk home…
through the park, then up the hill
90 degrees…hot…
My daypack full of stuff
heavy
Noticing that my usual fast pace is making me tired
again.
Tired
Pausing for a while
to steady myself
I never had to before.

Blue Mountains high and valley low,
I don’t know which way I should go,
One Summer Dream, One Summer dream.

Warm summer breeze blows endlessly,
Touching the hearts of those who feel,
One Summer Dream, One Summer dream.

Bird on wing goes floating by,
But there’s a teardrop in his eye,
One Summer Dream, One Summer dream.

Just saying…