Summers Past

Heat. Humidity. Water to cool hot bodies. Reading books in a hammock. Tubing, water skiing, doing jigsaw puzzles, hiding from thunderstorms, picking frogs out of the meadow, listening to rain, seeing fish jumping out of the lake, eating cotton candy, smelling the wet sand, dipping feet in the lake, swimming, boating, doing nothing.

Those are my memories from summers past.  It’s the last one in the list above that kills me.  Doing nothing. I don’t recall the last time I did.

Author: Kathryn Atkins

I am a professional freelance writer. I have recently become certified in HubSpot Inbound Marketing. I am a Huffington Post Blogger. I play the piano by ear, I do Yoga, love TED talks, and I recently started taking Flamenco dance lessons.

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