A moment of pleasure: Sitting under the pergola at my brother’s house outside of Cleveland. Taking in the Cleveland-ness of being here.
I can’t really explain this. Something in the air has a distinctive quality, maybe the humidity and the heat of Ohio, and it takes me back to summers growing up here: listening to the Beatles on my transistor radio (WIXY 1260), swimming with my friend, Nena, at Stafford Park, play-by-play of the Indians’ baseball game always in the background….
In meditation class this week, our teacher read Wild Geese by Mary Oliver, who is from my hometown.
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It must be a fabulous place, I wish I could see it Val!
🙂 Someday!
Enjoy your writing, Val. And the summers of my growing up years were all accompanied by the play-by-play of the Minnesota Twins on WCCO radio….it was a constant….
Thank you for reading, Donna!