the familiar june heat and humidity has set in,
turning the library into a cool, busy place.
with each middle weekday morning
before the heat, before the library,
and each evening after the library, and after the heat,
I find myself under the open sky, out in the fresh air.
the whir and crunch of bicycle tires on gravel roads,
the soft weight of braided hair resting between my shoulder blades,
the early and late wind mixed of floral scents, mown grass and birds song.
golden hour drives,
a carful of friends and family in comfortable silence, sunglasses and smiles.
The ebb and flow of cicada and bullfrog.
summer creation and its freedom,
it's mix of businesses and easiness
forever eases my mind and soul.