The Winds of Summer

 Summer arrived today hot dry and blustery just the way I like it brings back such great memories of Summer of yesteryears. Crap, am I that much of a cliche to talk about Summers of years past? But I guess it's true that I am. The wonderful sheet of the day will not last at least that's what the weather person says. The wind that is so adorably blowing is the result of a low pressure system moving in which is going to bring down super cold weather from up North. I mean it's not like it's going to freeze water and move us into a new Ice Age put the temperature will drop from the 90s to the 70s and possibly the 60s as the highs for the days, not the lows! Fortunately, this is a relatively fast moving front it will push through in a day or two. The hot weather should be returning by the middle of next week and build up until the weekend again. I guess it's always great to have something to look forward to. In the old days, when I was still able-bodied, my older brother and I were often left to bring the hay in while my dad was at work. We were basically worthless and to try to move one or two loads in until it got so hot we felt that we could no longer stand the Heat and fiddled our bikes are walked to the Twin Bridges canal about a mile away, through the neighbors fields. The Twin Bridges was a meeting place for many of the adolescents and a little older in the community. A place to smoke cigarettes, sneak beers if they were available and keep out the way of big kids- the teenagers. By this time of the year the water had warmed up significantly and those wonderful too throw yourself over the side of the bridge and Plunge into the dark green, semi-swift flow of this deep irrigation canal. Then if you're lucky who come up quick enough to be able to snag one of the beams underneath the bridge on the other side of the bridge and pull yourself up. If you miss the beam then you've got to swim to the beach and walk out of the canal. Either way it was wonderful to be met by the Blustery hot Winds of Summer when they were blowing. We never brought anything as civilized as a towel. Often I would lay just on the rough boarded surface of the bridge itself, which was almost burnable hot . One had to move quickly because the radiant Sun baked everything from the nails in the wooden top of the bridge to the blacktop pavement. If you stepped on the blacktop you could squish the hot asphalt between your toes. About once a week, sometimes more we were able to sleep out at our friend's home are they at ours. At night we would sleep in the house next to theirs, it was still their property and their grandparents lived in that house. We would set up our sleeping bags and I said grew darker we would head out walking all around the neighborhood. Even at 10:00 or 11:00 the blacktop was still hot from the day's Heat. It was a wonderful time for me. I loved hanging around the bridge totally enjoying the hot blustery Winds of Summer.