The water in my Samâ€™s Club backyard pool looks green, feels suspiciously silky and comes up only a little higher than my waist. Not exactly Bel Aire luxury, but so what? In this blistering sauna of summer in the Valley, I flop around my pool with the abandon of a breaching whale. I let the chlorinated water buoy me, engulf me, and go up my nose! Mmmruh!
I HAVE SUMMER BACK!
Fourteen years ago, I lost it. I graduated, got a job, and became an official grown-up. No more breaks from school. JuneJulyAugust became nothing more than a block of ordinary days during which I had to crank the AC in my car. Like Jackie Paper, I let my beloved magic slip away through neglect.
But one good dunking in my improperly pH-balanced pool opened the flood-gates to all the mmmruh! Iâ€™ve been missing:
The smells of freshly cut grass, sunblock, and hot dogs getting crispy on a neighborâ€™s grill â€“ mmmruh!
The sounds of fireworks, laughing, whistles and splashing â€“ mmmruh!
The taste of an ice cream cone, a loverâ€™s sweat-salty skin, or a combination of both â€“ mmmruh!
The carefree feelings of reading in a shady hammock, eating supper outside, or wearing nothing but a bathing suit all day â€“ mmmruh!
Now that Iâ€™m awake, I can bite into the succulence of summer almost anywhere. The flavor rolls across my tongue, sweet and fresh, and so, so familiar.
The sight of a young woman taking her little girl to the Community Pool, reminding me of how Mom used to pack the four of us kids into the car and drive forever, just so we could spend the day swimming at the State Park â€“ mmmruh!
Geralyn Ruaneâ€™s had a crush on MacGyver since the middle school, and these days she channels all that fantasy energy by by writing romance, chick lit and womenâ€™s fiction. Last year her short story â€œJane Austen Meets the New York Giantsâ€ was published in the New York Times Bestselling anthology The Right Words at the Right Time: Volume 2.