Think summer......are you there? Below you will find five words or phrases. Tell us the first thing you think of on reading each one. Your response might be simply another word, or it might be a sentence, a poem, a memory, a recipe, or a story. You get the idea:
1. rooftop: New York City. A house has a roof. Rooftops are for big cities, where you can actually climb out on them and set up a lawn chair.
2. gritty: New York City. In every sense of the word.
3. hot town (yeah, I know, it's two words): Phoenix. The hottest summers I have ever experienced. Not only can you fry and egg on the sidewalk (and I’ve seen it done), you can cook an entire dinner. Well, maybe not, but you can get burns from the metal parts of seatbelts and stores have warnings not to take your wine home in the trunk of your car, lest it explode. And boy, don’t ever leave crayons in your car. They don’t just melt; they liquefy and seep into your carpet and upholstery.
4. night: owl. That’s what I would prefer to be, but I am forced out of my natural rhythms by the demands of the work place and momdom.
5. dance: palace. I don’t know why I thought of that. It sounds like something from a Kinks song.
Roof top: Pouring oil in blessing my home.
ReplyDeleteGritty: The dirt running through my fingers as I weed my garden
Hot Town: Orange County... glad I moved
Night: Walking alone in the woods... prayer
Dance: How I feel when I worship
Wow! I do remember just how HOT Phoenix can be. I used to have cousins there. I was amazed that no one went outside in the summer, but I soon found out why.
ReplyDeleteOh, gosh, thanks for making me remember of "Come Dancing"--I always did like that song and haven't thought of it in a while. Good luck with those worms!
ReplyDelete1. Roof[top]: falling. I almost fell off the roof of my childhood home when I was ten.
ReplyDelete2. Gritty: young adult fiction. It definitely has a stark realism.
3. Hot town: Middle East. Not a town, yes. But it was the first thing that came to my mind.
4. Night: awake. Need I say more?
5. Dance: the Skate Zone. This place always struck me as trying too hard, although I did love it. Nothing to do with dancing, I'm afraid.