Journey in July

As if again caressed by fickle wind

(Which graced the heat with cooler, northern air)

My mind returns to streets so underpinned

By memories of work to make it there.

Umbrellas lined the ceiling of the road

In shades of fiery scarlet, gold, and blue,

And cast a filtered shade below to load

The stones beneath with every altered hue.

I cast my eyes in turn across the town

To hustle, bustle, crowds for every store;

To rolling hills and distant campus grounds

And when I'd seen my fill, I journeyed more.

Before exams were marked and outcomes known

I knew I'd call that town in summer home.