This Is What We Do

Hmmm, suddenly it's summer. On bicylces through the neighborhood, we waved at proud homeowners trying to tame their rosebushes, and neophyte gardeners contemplating their lawnmowers, and content renters sitting on lounges with beers and books. Everyone waved back.

In town, I tooted my horn and people smiled, high on vitamin D and the heavy perfume of wisteria. I counted arms hanging from car windows until I lost track. I saw more than a few people standing in doorways, stretching, reaching, inviting the summer in.