It’s funny how a November snow storm quickly wipes away any memory of a gorgeous summer. I can hardly believe, just twelve short weeks ago, the bright green leaves were glistening and the gentle August sun warmed the smile on my face. A weekly trip to the library was not merely routine. Au contraire, it was a lovely adventure, (note to self: call Spielberg) the stuff that Disney movies are made of.
Zipping down river valley trails
on my shiny aqua bicycle.
Admiring all the gorgeous views
(well hello there).
Enjoying the sound of trickling creeks
meandering the day away.
Stopping to meet a couple of
pint size entrepreneurs.
Gobbling up homemade coconut
ice cream to cool off ,
while relishing a private view of the
majestic Riverboat Queen.
Then finally arriving at a magical
place, where you take books home
for free. My, how I love books.
“Oh hello, I’d like to check out these
lovely books please.
Hey, I really love your glasses!
Isn’t it just a beautiful Day?”
It all seemed so darn real,
was I only dreaming?