Summer Feeling

The day was uneventful (except for the firemen who came to the house to pick up the gas spill)
and hot.
A dry morbid heat...it reminded me of western movies and desert scenes.
I was disgusted by the heat.
More so by the sweat that literally poured down my arms and my face. I held up my hands like a dog holds up his paws as if to plead, "don't touch me."
It was the only reminder of summer...today.
But tonight...
tonight was beautiful, though still slightly warm.
I was on my way home in Jonn's white work pick-up truck.
Summer hit me then in the most pleasant of ways.
Maybe because it was still light outside at 930ish.
The horizon still glowed from the light of the sun...a sweet and subtle glow that reminded me of country times.
Add to that the sound of the ball game on the radio. The crowd was euphoric over a home-run that Kemp hit out of the park...a distance of a football field and a half, according to Jonn.
Driving by the Outback restaurant, I shouted, "BBQ!"
And it was summer.
All of a sudden,
in one quick motion,
without missing a beat,
summer came to me.
I'm excited about Oregon.
Very much so.
The highlight of my summer will be Oregon.
And family.
And trees.
And deer walking across the road.