July at the Lake
July laughs, a joyous lilt that echoes across lakes in the evening.
It billows, lifting sheets on country clotheslines.
It bursts, ripe and warm and juicy like tomatoes.
And it sparkles: just ask any kid who has chased it, squealing and
barefoot, through a sprinkler.
Hope you are enjoying the summer. kqd
It's the Women, Not the Men! 
Thank You for this, beautiful. I almost caught a lightning bug last night!
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I nearly stopped the car to do the very same thing a few nights ago. It’s funny how lightning bugs bring back such wonderful childhood memories.
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