Summer-ish

Awaken. 

It is the start of another day.  Another twenty four hours.

The heat is settling in, like a comfortable visitor reluctant to leave...knowing it will be some time.  Awhile.

You feel as far away as the sun...

Yet the days are already getting shorter...hardly perceptible though.

What is perceived though is that our distance feels the same.  The exact same length as yesterday.
And tomorrow too.

Summer needs us to be in an evening, laying down on the hood of a pickup truck, trying to see if we can see satellites skirting across the sky.

Summer needs us to be in a hammock, with the evening blending and blurring into a cocktail of sorts, the clouds and the winds combining to form a perfect drink for us to seize.

Summer needs us to have sweat on our brow, mostly each others.

Summer needs us to watch the rolling in of storms...darkening skies after a humidity that you can taste...a flash bang grenade in the sky.  The downburst of rain...and the knowledge we are safely inside.

Summer needs us to light candles on the porch, and hear the chirps of peep frogs...the clink of ice entering a glass and the pour of some bourbon.

Summer needs us to watch fireflies...

Summer needs us to feel an evening breeze in a yellowing of the day that is neither day nor night.

Summer needs us to start each morning with a glimpse of the ocean...an unblinking sun across peaceful waters...sand still cool from the evening and the day and all of its possibilities laid at our feet.