Tag Archives: Summer

Heat Wave

Our vacation to Italy was like a tour bus to the surface of the sun. We strolled around Rome and Venice, seeing whose flip-flops would melt first.

Maddy wanted to go shopping. I didn’t, but the alternative of sticking to and peeling Continue reading Heat Wave

Hiking Rails

A path of stone and rails of steel run away into the abundant green of summer. Liesl is lost in the rhythm. Doesn’t notice as I stop, take a sip from my canteen. Unkas pauses briefly, then pads on.

Birds flick by overhead. The haze burns off, promising more heat.

It is Sunday morning and our sojourn will come to an end. The madness of business resumes tomorrow. Our respite flies to the vault of memory. Continue reading Hiking Rails