I keep telling myself to blog...

The summer months have gotten to me like the cold lemonade that fled the stand for 25 cents a cup on a special day that June. It was like drinking Koolaid the way he would get silent and then turn his nose downward as he took a sip of his Lime Rickey. He was so easy-going. How content some can be with the sun, air and water. And all I ever wanted was to was seem content. That date wasn't always a good one like the year when my grandma passed away during my dance recital when I wore my favorite shiny leotard.  I never thought about that day. I never thought about the value in changing the life of someone versus changing the world.