Tomorrow begins the cycle all over again. Summer begins tomorrow and I ponder the activities about to take place, or not. Will Raven return to the island with a cell phone welded to his ear? Will he actually become human and communicate with us, or find another avenue to test the limits of adults? News at 11:00.
He's a year older now. Fifteen journies around the sun. All I have is a brief memory of his left eye peeking out of a tangled mane of hair. Peek-a-boo!
I'm eager to see him again. We both are.
Our sun screens are ready. My bathing suit needs mending and I dare not try them on these days. It wouldn't be pretty. Ah Summer.