CHARTREUSE SUMMER SHIRT
Summer is slipping away. Summer seems mysteriously elusive, quizzically distant. I can’t get my arms around summer; can’t get my whole body immersed completely under. You get how many good days in a summer? How many good summers in a life?
Not that many.
And I’ve never liked pure linen garments. It’s not so much the wrinkles, it’s their flaccid way of draping over one’s imperfect body. Linen looks to me exhausted.
Linen blends are fine.
But after long deliberation, after much consideration, I bought the short-sleeve summer chartreuse shirt, mostly for the color, even though it was linen. I thought that if I wore it to the sincerest sunny patio or the perfect backyard barbecue or to the park for a dusk performance that I would capture my own summer at last.
