Summer in Glass
So it took longer than I wanted it to, but the inspiration I wrote about in my last post – it’s right below, but here’s a link anyway – got me looking with a new eye at some stuff I’d written awhile back, and I’ve decided to put some of it on Field’s Edge.
I started with a piece remembering a summer afternoon back in the early 1980s. I hadn’t read it, really read it, in some time, so it was a little weird editing and revising something that, while not drastically different from something I’d write now, did seem in places to have a little bit of a different voice to it. Not that the words themselves had become strange or unfamiliar or uncomfortable, but more like a jacket that you haven’t outgrown but just haven’t put on in a few years.
Here’s the result: "Summer, After All."
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