Ohio August
Mellow afternoon light. Deep blue sky. Black-eyed Susans and Queen Anne’s Lace peaking out of the tall, unmown grass, and a silver-striped cat stalking through it. The sound of wind in the leafy trees and the hum of cicadas blending into an illusion of the sea. Humidity you don’t care to think of, nights when you sleep with just a sheet because it never quite cools off, and days that are “hotter ‘an the hinges o’ hell.” The faint fragrance of asphalt from the state route a block over that the construction crews are resurfacing. Tomatoes bigger than your fist and meatier than a steak, on toast with mayo, lettuce and crispy bacon; and on the side the sweetest corn on the cob you’ve ever tasted, so sweet there’s no need for salt or butter.
This is an Ohio August.
 
August 5th, 2006 at 9:22 pm
I’m going “home” to Oklahoma the end of the month…you’ve given me a taste of what’s to come!