If summer was a song, it would play on my stereo more than any other. It would start out slow, but with a sassy beat--toe-tapping is most definitely required. It would have a chorus that would get stuck in your head for days, but not in the annoying way; in the way that taps on your shoulder in the grocery store checkout line and reveals itself as a familiar friend. It would be the most covered song in the world--everyone would have a recording of it, from the Black Eyed Peas to Barbara Streisand. And no matter the artist, it would shoot straight to number 1 platinum status. If summer was a song, I would have to become a singer.
If summer was a woman, she would be tall and bronze and merry. She would be invited to all the parties--all of them--and she would go. Even to the backyard BBQ of the married first cousins in Arkansas. If summer was a woman, she wouldn't care; she'd just want a plate of food and a place by the table with the tall pitcher of lemonade. If summer was a woman, she would kiss everyone on the forehead, the nose, the apples of the cheeks and the tops of the shoulders. If summer was a woman, she'd find a way to bring everyone out of their houses, calling to them from the street, beckoning them into the lush green outdoors where she entertains them with her enchanting dance.
Feel free to play along! Choose one or two (or seven) of the words from the list below and fill in the blank:
If Summer Was a ________, it would...
- wrestling match
Set your timer for five minutes, write as fast as you can--don't stop to edit or think--and see what you come up with. (Leave it in a comment, please. I'd love to read!)