a summer remembered | Write Out Loud

a summer remembered | Write Out Loud

Summer Remembered.

It is odd in a country where winter last 8 months is it
spring and summer

we remember and there were not too many of the good days
either.

We took a ferry boat to a small Island for bathing now it is
connected to

a bridge and parking spots take up the most land. Mother
liked to go

there on Sundays she enjoyed the water, she swam like a seal
and floated

like a wine cork thrown from a yacht, I was waddling in
shallow water

collecting shiny objects that had the ability to lose its
gloss when we came

home. My mother divorced at the time her lover was the ferryboat
skipper

I think he wore uniform, it is jeans now for everyone and
anyway with

a bridge who needs a boat, but they did go on camping
holiday together and

I looked after myself. Mother loved him and he wanted to
marry her but didn’t

want me it was silly of him to ask a mother will always
choose her children.

Anyway it was winter approaching and Norway sleeps like the
brown bear for

eight months if not going to boring places like Ibiza back
then.