Bring back the summer of my youth!

I have been remiss in my blogging duties these past few days.

I blame it on my weird little head that pounds and throbs at the slightest movement and on the first kiss of heat.

Today’s summer days are no longer the same summer days as in my memories.  I recall dousing ourselves in hose water during the summer, playing barefoot in our red-brick driveway, and flying back and forth on our large wooden tree swing under the shade of our Santol tree. These days, I can’t do much under the sun—my skin feels like it’s broiling my flesh inside if I walk for more than 5 minutes without an umbrella, my arms and chest get these itchy red rashes that scream to be scratched, and my head…oh, dear…it feels as though a huge pair of knuckles take turns kneading the insides of my skull—roughly, unforgivingly.

I miss summer days of old when the heat was tolerable—enjoyable even. They were days when I could stay under the fleeting cloud cover and be kissed ever so lightly by the sun’s rays leaving me brown and sprightly.

Nowadays, I couldn’t leave the house without my umbrella or my bottle of menthol embrocation to keep me up and functioning like a normal human being.  What has happened to my summer…why has it become the worst days of my year? 😦

 

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