The summer heat has been upon us for a while and it has been exhausting.
When I was a little kid I used to go to summer camp for a few weeks every summer,
this went on for 3 or 4 years.
For an only child this was not the easiest of experiences , but, it was far from traumatic.
I remember swimming in those cold Laurentian lakes,
wouldn’t that be fabulous in 45 degree weather?
Singing songs by the campfire and a beautiful camp counselor whose name was, Isabelle.
In my memory, Isabelle has long, almost straw coloured hair, she wears a red t-shirt and cutoff jean shorts.
She smelled vaguely of shampoo and a bug spray and tucked us in at night.
Luminous, perfection— captured in memory.
I must have been 8 or 9 and I remember her being the first woman I wanted to be close to.
It was love.
I know, I know– what the hell do you know about love at 8?
Well, I knew from that day forward that women were it for me.
I doubt that Isabelle was even a lesbian,
I wasn’t,
I was a kid but,
I knew that my eventual love would come in the shape of a woman.
Maybe not that clearly but, I knew.
I also remember noticing that she didn’t wear a bra under her t-shirt,
so obviously my thoughts were not all chaste. 🙂
She liked me and I must have looked at her with stars in my eyes.
I know I’m rambling. It’s the heat.
The reason I’m telling you all this is that last night I had dinner with friends.
We had a great time.
Good food, good company and I remembered that I can be and have, fun.
I lose that occasionally, this I blame on hormones, and an all work no play kind of life.
So, here’s to fun and not taking things too seriously,
and perhaps recapturing the feel of a cold mountain lake , the warmth and smell of a bonfire and
the wonder of an Isabelle.
I know a girl, she has brown eyes and perfect lips and she looks at me and,
I feel special, I am special.
Perhaps that is enough.
Later girls
have some fun
BB
