The air was sweltering already and the time was 7:00 a.m. I thought about the many summers gone by.
A time caught for a moment like the beautiful Monarch who fleetingly comes and sits on the rose and then lifts off never to be seen again. A thing of beauty. A glimpse of life, like a movie playing with mom, dad, my sister and then our baby brother. The Monarch,a creature of beauty. Like our family once was. I long to pick up the phone and talk to my parents. I long for holidays to be what they once were. Those longings lead me to another road. I must go on in a different direction as nothing is the same. Nothing!
I listen to the July flies knowing they will be gone in another month. Silence! No, something else will take their place.
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