With the longest day of 2014 now past us, I welcome summer with open arms and a radiant smile. Humans measure time as a way to quantify passages and changes that are beyond us, and yesterday was just one of those annual milestones that means everything and nothing at the same time. I love scrolling through my weather app at all the places I've lived and traveled to see what time the sun would rise; 5:31 AM in Honeoye, 6:40 in Dakar (Senegal), 5:10 in Canton, and so on. I'd like to think I made the most of my first day of summer.
The evening before I played pick-up ultimate fribee with a new group just twenty minutes from home. It's a rag-tag group of people who went to high school together, but a few of them play with the Rochester summer league and they were generous enough to let me join. I had a fantastic time because everyone was friendly, hilarious, and skilled enough to be competitive but not egotistical. I also had a lot of disc-handling time which was nice because I need the practice. I also ran into my brother, sister-in-law, and nephew who was playing in a soccer match in the field next to us! Needless to say, the 585 doesn't seem that big once you've settled into a routine.
Photo credit of this creek that runs along the park goes to my dad.
"I never took them out from the garage rafters because I thought my kids would use them against me!" mused Dewane.
They also have giant, kind cats and ornate gardens that attract golden orange orioles, red-winged black birds, wood peckers and more.
Listening: "Tame One" by Your Friend on the Utne Reader music blog.