Crickets loudly singing their chirping song, echoing through the heat and sliding off perfect blades of grass on a hot summer afternoon. Thermometers with their mercury levels off the chart and you know it’s true as a bead of sweat collects at the nape of your neck. You feel another sliding down to join it in a pool of summer bliss. “Too hot,” you say, knowing you wouldn’t want it any other way. Lying on the grass, a gentle touch from the person next to you tells you that you’re home in a way that nothing else ever could. You sigh as you relax even deeper into the warmth of the day. Enjoying the man playing guitar gently, in an off-hand way that you would love to perfect. The sound wraps around your body and someone starts singing the lonesome blues and heaven is in you now. Heavenly summer afternoon.
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“The breeze from the trees made me feel alive,” he said almost dreamily. He had spent the summer alone in the cold mountains with the bears and was longing to be back in that world. “I would sit on a rock for hours as the animals came and went, deciding whether or not they would accept me into their universe. They usually let me in,” he sighed.
“I open my windows when I’m stuck in traffic so I can feel closer to people,” she replied. “It makes me feel comforted.”
He wondered if there was a similarity to their desires and continued eating his soup.
I peel back the tough skin
to reveal an exquisite texture inside,
coupled with a most delicate yet vibrant hue.
Dropping a slice on my tongue
I can feel the sweet beads
mingling with cool, wet juice.
It dances in my mouth in a
luscious summer celebration.
The day closes in around her.
Licking her wounds,
she glances from side to side, half expecting to see a sign.
Glancing back down, she rubs her cool hands together
and considers what she should do next.
Pushing aside the essentials that she knows won’t disappear,
she concentrates on everything else.
Drawing, writing, scribbling, typing,
eyes closed and soul half open,
she wanders through thoughts and images like long tangents
made of clay.
The farther out she ventures, the more she finds.
Her heart leaps when she notices the time and she returns to solid ground.
A solitary tear collects in the corner of her eye
but she holds it back
knowing that there’s always tomorrow
and that nighttime has its solace.
- Comfort in sorrow, misfortune, or distress; consolation.
- A source of comfort or consolation.
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