It’s cold here tonight and I’ve been fighting off a sinus infection for quite some time so I’ve been going through fevers and fighting off cold chills, but tonight I spent an hour just bathing in the glow of Summer. It felt so good.
I’m reading Ray Bradbury’s “Dandelion Wine” for my final paper of my associates degree. It’s just a literary analysis, no big deal, but I wonder if I can really capture everything that is in this book all at once in five pages the way that Grandpa Spaulding managed to capture all that is wonderful and radiant about Summer in a single bottle of dandelion wine. I’m not sure if I can, but I know that I can try.
So this is just a thank you to Ray Bradbury for his wonderful book that was written nearly twenty years before I was even born. Thank you for capturing Summer and reminding me why I loved Summer so much when I was a child, and giving me a reason to realize that in spite of the fact that I’m not a kid anymore, Summer doesn’t have to grow up and go away. I haven’t felt this wonderful about living life in a very long time.
