Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
***Adieu, la Saison de L'ete; Adieu, Doux Jours de la Jeunesse
*Johnstown Tribune-Democrat, September 21, 2008
as "Carefree days of our youth"
*Waterbury, CT Republican-American, September 12, 2009
as "Farewell, the season of Summer;
Farewell, the Sweet Days of Youth"
*Little Rock, AR Democrat-Gazette
August 30, 2011
as "Summer Memories with Ralph Couey"
Farewell, the Sweet Days of Youth"
*Little Rock, AR Democrat-Gazette
August 30, 2011
as "Summer Memories with Ralph Couey"
Copyright © 2008 by Ralph Couey
Youth is like a summer’s day. Seemingly endless in its passage, it is a curious mix of living in the moment and racing to the next. There are times of manic energy, and others of perfect indolence. Time has no meaning, for tomorrow is just another version of today. The only measuring stick is the number of days left until the clanging school bell once again makes the clock and calendar relevant and meaningful.
Youth, like summer, is a time for games. The rules are made up on the spot, and any infraction can be whisked away by the liberating words “do-over!” Interest in one game will wane, only to be quickly replaced with another. Alliances among friends shift constantly as the teams change. And in-between, the restful moments in the shade, sipping lemonade from glasses also sweating in the heat.
There is never a schedule, never a plan. The dawn of each day heralds a new adventure, one to be explored to its fullest. Maybe today it’s swimming, or ball, or fishing. We’ll play with our toys, and live for a few hours in a pretend world of our own making. Or just race aimlessly around the yard, if for no other reason than we’re young and we can.
Youth, like summer, is a time for games. The rules are made up on the spot, and any infraction can be whisked away by the liberating words “do-over!” Interest in one game will wane, only to be quickly replaced with another. Alliances among friends shift constantly as the teams change. And in-between, the restful moments in the shade, sipping lemonade from glasses also sweating in the heat.
There is never a schedule, never a plan. The dawn of each day heralds a new adventure, one to be explored to its fullest. Maybe today it’s swimming, or ball, or fishing. We’ll play with our toys, and live for a few hours in a pretend world of our own making. Or just race aimlessly around the yard, if for no other reason than we’re young and we can.
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