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 write to live. I live to write and have recently published a literary collection, "Giving My Self to the Wind." I am a Huffington Post blogger and LinkedIn contributor. I play the piano by ear, I do Yoga, love TED talks, read a lot, and dance Flamenco. Married with grown children, I'm on my second or third self. View all posts by Kathryn Atkins