those long summer days of childhood

we all remember how long summer was when we were children. the days were endless. flowed with energy and activity. sun and rain. and at the end of 2 months you returned to school hardly recognizing your classmates (or yourself) because everyone had grown and changed. yesterday was one of those days for eamon. we spent the afternoon and evening in gillams on the north shore at robyn's (robyn and her children live in nyc during the winter and gillams in the summer). we sat in the livingroom and knit and chatted (and in the evening robyn hosted knit night). a ribbon of children (her's, eamon, the neighbourhood) twisted and turned and dove around us. in and out of the house. into the woods, down to the beach. a summer day that would never end.