Curtains
blow in the midnight wind. Pillows cool …
Little
girls, book bags on backs, pushing each other through sprinklers in the morning
on the way to school … Giggling.
Traffic
backed up in Friday rush hour – wall to wall RV’s heading out …
Can’t
hear myself think from crickets yelling … Mourning doves cooing in the shade …
Cherries are sagging, lazily … Hikers and bikers hanging on mountain trails
like beads on string …
Yard is
cracked. Sighs when water hits … Junipers browning under the midday blistering
sun … I am craving ice cream for once ...
The smell of sizzling beef in someone’s back yard … and of OFF on my skin …
It’s
not even Memorial Day yet. It’s gonna be a long one … I hope.
I love the freshness of the mountain in the summer:
walking through Sundance in May.
walking through Sundance in May.
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