Summer's Daze

Sitting in front of this one particular computer on a hot, humid, D.C. summer day makes me remember the summers that have passed.

Here, in my own home, time seems to be at a standstill; I'm walking down memory lane. I worked at this desk for years, and this is still the old laptop I first fell in love with. There used to be an external monitor - 19", but that's been broken for years now. The drawers are full of my old papers, Blair and Takoma Park phone directories, and memory books of camps and competitions. On the desk, there's always an annual calendar at the same spot here. 1995 back then, and 2007 now: 12 long/short years. Above the desk, a little to the right, is a drawing of mountains with nine red flowers, and a single tree. I think I drew it in kindergarten, and Mom just hung it up. She must have never seen any reason to take it down.

I guess it's just that this season of beaches, lakes, sailing, and trips to the shore always feels the same to me. Maybe it's that at home, we're never really free from our childhoods and the memories that we grew up with.