The Sea Is Calm

I got off a few blocks early, today, and walked down Larchwood, home. It smelled like honeysuckles. That made me think of the honeysuckles that used to be in our backyard, that our neighbors tore down. I remembered racing Sarah to get at their sweetness - who could find a flower that hadn't been emptied of it's nectar? It reminded me of summer. Summer reminded me of smoke from grills and barbecues. I can't wait for this summer's barbecues. This summer's fresh lemonade. This summer's air rushing through the car window, on the ride to Detroit, Memphis, Austin, Mexico.