Crazy, Hazy, Lazy Days

It’s summertime and Janis wails through the speakers. I sit at my picnic table, papers scattered, and I chase perfect words like I used to chase butterflies. My kids splash through the scene, armed with Super Soakers. Their antics threaten to jar the few words I managed to land on the page. They jump in the pool - giggles come up for air in a million bubbles. I trade my pen for a popsicle, join them poolside, and succumb to easy living and the sweltering rhythms of “SUMMERTIME.”