Cherry red cruiser bike.
Basket full of sandwiches and lemonade.
Wheels spin as I race to catch up with seventeen again.
Make time go backwards.
If only for a little while.
My 33 words this week, inspired by outings with my daughter.
Summer, to us, is both complicated and uncomplicated. Intricate travel itineraries and kicked-off sandals with sand still clinging to the soles. Carefree cloud-gazing days spent lying beside one body of water or another and big money spent on childcare and amusement parks. It means leaving home or coming home. This weekend we're asking you to describe summer in your own words. Thirty-three of them exactly, of course. Good luck!