The Summer of My Dreams

I miss the sounds of the jet skis
The early morning silence
I miss the short walk to the beach
The early morning bike ride
I miss the smell
The thought of corn bursting
I miss the simplicity
The summer of my dreams

Dusk

I sit among the lapping waters waiting for the sun to turn in

I witness the colors of the day changing before my eyes

I listen to the sounds of the water's edge, the small plane overhead, and the wake of the water skier's boat

who keep me company while I await the setting of the day

I used to write my thoughts by hand

but now I sit with my laptop and reflect upon the day

a lone boat awaits the dawn

I can't wait until tomorrow

for my morning swim or bike ride or hike

I am at peace enjoying my senses' feast

sundown t minus 20 minutes