"Wow," she said, "what's going on in your world?"
"There's just no other word to describe the feeling I have when I realize that the official beginning of summer is upon us," I said.
"But summer doesn't begin until June 21st," she said, and I realized I was in conversation with a traditionalist. What to do about it was the question I asked myself. I decided to use tact, diplomacy, and the velvet glove to avoid any cross-threading.
After all, I choose to celebrate the beginning of summer, not argue the case in the court of public opinion.
"Right you are," I said. "What I should have said is that the official beginning of summer is imminent."
"Yeah," she said in a lackluster, indifferent sort of way. "I'm not a big fan of summer. Too hot. I prefer spring and fall."
"Hmmm," I said, wondering if I'd chosen the wrong cafe for my morning in-caffeination. I couldn't help but feel that I lost some of the wind in my sails that blew me into the cafe in the first place. But fortunately, at that moment I had an idea for another ploy to save the day.
"I'll bet you feel better about it soon," I said. "One of these mornings, you're going to rise up singing. You'll spread your wings and you'll take to the sky." ~~ Ira & George Gershwin
"Not likely," she said.
"But summer's here," I said, "and the time is right for dancing in the street." ~~ Marvin Gaye / Martha and the Vandellas
"Why are you so big on summer?" she said. "I know you don't dance in the street."
"No, I don't dance in the street," I said, "but I do dance in my mind and besides, in the summertime, when the weather is high, you can stretch right up and touch the sky." ~~ Mungo Jerry
"Here's your capp," she said, "Nice words," she added, "but unreal too, don't you think?"
"Well," I said, "all I know is that here comes the sun and I say it's alright." ~~ The Beatles
I began walking toward the door and looking back at her, I said, "While it's still free, I'm going to soak up the sun before it goes out on me." ~~ Sheryl Crow
Outside in the sunshine, walking toward Wynd Horse and thinking about the music waiting for me on the road to Ocean Isle, I began singing, "I'm walking on sunshine, and oh, don't it feel good." ~~ Katrina and the Waves
Do I love the summer? Let me count the ways!
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Hot Fun in the Summertime ~~ Sly and the Family Stone