I find Earl Klugh’s Midnight in San Juan playing on my iTunes.
Driving in a silver Renault to a beach my family and I spent days that seemed endless at in the summer. With Earl Klugh playing Midnight in San Juan and the baking sun blaring in the open window. The blue bay so calm. White yachts displayed around. I found the Burren view in the right sun amazing, the way the limestone rock glistened. My youthful, long blonde hair blowing everywhere, my eyes squinted from the wind that is created by our car on the open coast road. Me, beside my two brothers, one holding a ball that will be of great use and my mom with her red bandana and white spots holding my dads hand with his Lakers cap tilted backwards both wearing sunglasses in the front. The trunk full of fish nets and buckets, The Aran Islands so majestic, That smell of. . . Freedom, no worries, no homework. So happy and so innocent. The thought of the fresh tomatoes and basil with Mozzarella that will be presented with Barbequed chicken and pasta. The thought of everyone sun tanned, with messy sandy hair, wet swim shorts and baggy shirts placing themselves under a large beige umbrella and after my dad and I will play golf in our homemade golf course that he tends with his trusty lawnmower. Then dropping both our clubs and placing ourselves on the slope in the back to watch the sun fall gracefully below the horizon and the sky turning from yellow to orange to red to dashes of greenish purple, and the bugs would then come out and the smell of the freshly mowed lawn take over as the daisy’s recline into themselves for sleep and my dad would then say.. “I think it’s time to go in”.