Summer Memories

Colorful Turquoise-browed Motmot with vibrant blue eyebrows, green and orange body, and unique racket-shaped tail feathers, perched on a branch.

Summer is near.

I remember that, as a little boy,

I would always reject the watermelon because

I simply did not like the seeds in my mouth.

I remember the blazing wind bustling through my smooth black hair

and the cold chocolate ice cream all over my face, cooling me off.

I remember the days of going with my friends to the swimming pool during summer break,

laughing away all our energy, and then straightaway finding something to eat

and an ice cream to cool us down.

I wonder if you still remember those days, my dear old friends.

sigh

The old days… maybe this summer I should try the watermelon.

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