Last Days of Summer - I

Minneapolis, 1984

The last summer spent at the old house. In a few weeks we'd move away, and the gatherings of kids like this would become fewer and farther apart. And then these occasions would become impossible- they no longer were kids; kids who ran around barefoot and free, wearing only a t-shirt, suddenly grown up. Some were living in far away places, others still around and trying to make it on their own.

The sky is still blue, the grass remains green, but these days of tow headed toddlers cavorting in the sun are, for me at least, gone forever.