Late last night I was thinking about the summers of my youth. Specifically, I was thinking about those hot summer nights we experienced before air conditioning became standard fair in the South. With all the lights off and the windows wide open, we would lay down in bed with the sheets thrown back hoping for even the tiniest breeze. We would have whispered conversations in the dark because it was way too hot to sleep.
If a storm arose, it would most likely bring cooler temperatures and they always seemed exciting. There is most definitely something thrilling about a storm on a hot summer night. You might hear some noises you don’t quite recognize. Who or what could be out there in the rain on a dark summer night?
My sisters and I could create all kinds of scary stories about what might be lurking just beyond our window. That’s imagination for you.
Recently, I ran across this article about a repair to a local street. At the end was a bit that made me smile. I hope it brings a grin to your face too. What a cool grandmother!
I’ll say adieu with these few lines from the song “Pure Imagination”.
You will find in your mind
There's a world of endless fascination
No more fun place to be
Than in your imagination