Porch Chronicles

Love these afternoon thunderstorms in the summertime. Makes me think of lazy days at the pool. Hot as the devil. Aquamarine pool. Shockingly cold on first plunge. Tadpoles with an appetite for snack bar fries and milkshakes. The three of us napping in the sun. Dad poking his head over the fence to say he’s heading for the back nine even as thunder grumbles not so far away. Mother’s countdown for dinner begins. One last cannonball off the diving board before the lifeguard sees lightening and blows his whistle.