Summer window

I looked out into my Summer window,as the deep gray clouds gathered all to soon,against the open sky. Another Summer passed me by, and still a child's memory could not find the peace needed to look out even further. And there was the memory of a space long forgotten,when eagerly I meandered in the open fields of younger years and saw the image of a tall man,buried in rippled heat,walking East, towards the distant hill of his own memory. Silence prevailed,and I was taken away for a moment by a teasing breeze, which reminded me again, how much more hope remained in that open field.