So ... I walked down to the cafe this morning with a determination: Write three pieces for various spots on the web ... then I could walk home. The faster I wrote, the cooler my walk home would be. I dressed for the worst possible outcome. On the way home, A fourth piece of writing attacked me. I share it with you first.

The Epitome of Summer

Bare feet traipsing down
Small-town New York clean sidewalk
In new morning air

Moving from shade cooled
to tepid sun-warmed concrete
on grainy ripples

Navy walking shorts
ponytail clipped high on head
Cool hot-pink tank top

MP3 Country
Sunglasses in rounded style
Joyful smirking smile

Hand dangles sandals
The other lifts bottled toast
Of sparkling grapefruit

Loaded luggage racks
Escaping to the country
Canoes and kayaks

These passing caravans
With joy, cheer, & gleeful speed
Return her toasted wave

Half century passed her
Still moving barefooted with
Mischievous smile