Sometimes the night was beautiful. Sometimes the sky was so far away.
Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close. You could touch it but your heart would break.*
The carefree days of summer are rapidly smoldering into extinction. It was a time of exploring with friends. And a time of grasping onto rays of sunlight for as long as parents allowed. A time when negotiations were made, and play was extended. And a time when negotiations broke down. A time when the nightly scream was “must play,” however, the fatigued body always overcame giving in to summer exhaustion, allowing for rest to arrive. It was summer.
Sometimes the morning came too soon. Sometimes the day could be so hot.
The was so much work left to do. But so much You’d already done.*
The summer’s battle cry of freedom still rings out, yet much momentum is dissipating into the winds of educational conformity. Batteries are charged. Now it’s time for reentry.
And step by step you’ll lead me
And I will follow You all of my days*
* Sometimes by Step by Rich Mullins
nehrely there 