If that title has a vague ring of familiarity that’s no accident. It not so coincidentally bears the name of a song from the mists of my youth. And when doing this blog though it may be begging the season by a month (or more) the summer beckons in the distance as old memories flood back and come to mind and my not so hidden roots as a closet romantic beckon!
I have the good fortune
to spend many summers on Massachusetts’s luxuriant Cape Cod coast. Each
year the CC populace grows by ten-fold as between five and six million
visitors cross one of the two aged bridges that span a man-made body of
water known as the Cape Cod Canal. But in addition to being a
spectacular spot of natural beauty it is also an area filled with
beauty, romance, and the thrill of youth.
As a child on the
south coast my experiences were physically and emotionally stimulating…
things like sun and surf and often massive waves that crashed on the
pristine sand. Massive at least to one who was only three feet tall. As I
grew into my “formative” years my family and I continued to visit and
experience the magic.
Slowly, I found my feelings transformed
from something far less visual into something far more visceral. Shells
and surf gave way to a magic that stimulated me in ways I found both new
and strangely exciting. Like so many young people who grew up in summer
locales I began to see the subtle changes in those I’d spent so many
sun-drenched days with.
It’s difficult to pinpoint the exact
day, week, and month when I suddenly came to the realization that one of
my best summer pals had grown in ways that animated, excited, and
terrified me. It began during the summer of our twelfth year. Maybe in
some subtle ways the year before—but when Joey— short for
Josephine—appeared that year on the first day of our summer long
vacation I felt a lump in my throat and my heart quicken. Clichés yes,
but none the less just as true. All I know is that when I saw her that
June morning something changed.
I’d had all the stirrings and
emotional turmoil inherent in any adolescent experiencing the conflicts
and ecstasy that accompanies puberty but it wasn’t till I saw Joey,
silhouetted as she stood awaiting me at our front door that the emotion
truly took hold.
That summer was a roller coaster for me… and
though we never discussed it I’m sure it was for her, too. Suddenly,
simple things became complicated. I noticed an electricity when our
hands would touch or our eyes would find and linger on each others.
smell of the tide and fresh-cut grass were exchanged for the subtle
fragrance of her sweet fragrance when she was close. Things which a
year or two before had seemed commonplace became scripted so as not to
touch or get too close to each other while wanting desperately to do so.
Summer friendships begin on the 4th of July and end on Labor
Day or at least that had been the way of it for the years prior to our
emergence as young men and women. Others populated our sun and
surf-drenched summer world but from my first encounter with Joey that
summer neither of us paid attention to the others.
On Labor Day
weekend the families who populated our little Cape Cod side street
traditionally held a farewell cookout. That year while neither of us
spoke of it, as if scripted Joey and I drifted away from the others to
take a walk on the soft sand, knowing it would be our last for an
Suddenly, I felt her hand in mine and as
the moon rose into a clear star filled sky I turned toward her. Her
hazel eyes dropped behind thick lashes and I put my arms around her
We heard out parents calling but as I turned to head
back up the beach she gently pulled me close and kissed me. It was soft,
innocent, and clumsy. Someone once suggested that no one ever forgets
their first kiss. After a summer of watching her and waiting it was the
most tender and sweetest I can ever recall….
Later that year my
parents told that Joey’s father had been transferred to Texas. She wrote
me a brief note and signed it “Love.” Perhaps it was real, perhaps
not…but it was the summer of a lifetime, filled with angst and doubt and
wanting to grow and explore so much more. A summer sealed with a kiss
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