June has always been a happy month.
Just the sound of it lifts your spirits and warms the
coldest of winter days.
“I don’t expect to be
stuck in this snow drift much past June!”
When you’re a kid it’s the month when the end of school finally comes into view.
And, if you were a catholic school kid, you were allowed to
stash your uniform in the back of the closet, once June arrived, and come to school looking like a whole
other kind of nerd in plaid short-sleeve shirts and khaki pants.
Of course there was always one kid who lost the note and still
came to school in his uniform only to be publicly mocked and held up to
ridicule.
Nuns can be cruel.
Besides I liked my uniform.
It made me feel like a yachtsman.
The weather really starts to feel steamy in June, which is
required summer ambiance.
There’s nothing like that first day of waking up wrapped in
a soggy sheet, preferably your own, preferably in your own bed, and preferably
not behind the deli.
But sleepwalking is a legitimate defense in most states.
The morning light is warm and long in June.
There’s also nothing like jumping out of bed—or from behind
the deli—before 6 AM and taking an early morning June stroll through the
neighborhood.
Dew drops balance on blades of grass as a refreshing
mist drifts through low hanging trees.
Steam rises from the special little gift your neighbor’s dog
deposited next to your newspaper.
But it’s all okay…all of it, because It’s June.
It closes out the year’s first half.
It prepares us for the start of the second.
It warms us on the coolest day.
It guides us through July and August; September and most of October.
It tells us we made it.
It reminds us to enjoy it.
It’s June….
It's music...
It's June....
It's music...
It's June....
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"It guides us through..." sort of like the Holy Ghost, don't you think?
ReplyDeleteI suppose one could look at it that way. Not sure....
DeleteMy Holy Ghost took the last train for the coast (a la Don Mclean) a long long time ago….