Memories of other June days
rainy washed up days waiting for exams to end
sun fried Saturdays riding with friends
searching the radio for soul energy
Motown exploding on cheap speakers
enjoying Def Leppard a bit more than you wanted to admit
baseball still early enough to hope for the best
street fairs and street food
never being able to find that exact sandwich again
June the pivot month
when the anxious anticipation of spring
gave way to luscious summer
It was a time when you never knew what jacket to wear