The only sounds I hear are the chirping of the crickets night song and the roar of thunder.
Suddenly, as if the universe knows my hearts desire the rain has begun to fall steadily.
It’s music to my soul.
The hot, sultry day has turned into a cool, rain saturated evening.
It’s late and I should be sleeping, but the sirens call is intense and pulls me from my bed.
There’s something so magical about Summer nights.
They lead my imagination astray to romantic rendezvous, long forgotten lands and castles.
I am alone, yet the Earths tendrils wrap gently about my being, lulling me into a feeling of oneness with all.
A serendipity of entangled spirits.
found in the recesses of the night.
It’s hot ..
The air is thick and pulsates with life.
One almost expects primordial ooze to begin flowing from the cracks in the sizzling pavement.
There is a damp, somewhat earthy scent to the air.
It’s as if the earths core energy has been released.
And, with each breath you take, you inhale bits of Ra’s soul.
I struggle to free myself from the Gods grasp
so that I may return once again to the cool, dark, deliciousness of inside.
Where the ever-present hum of whirred, cool air, offers blessed sanctuary and release.
I just bit into the juiciest nectarine I have ever encountered.
It was plump, enticing and tantalized my taste buds before they had even sampled it.
The sweetness immediately intoxicated me and elicited little sighs of pleasure.
Delightfully fragrant and somewhat sticky juice, slowly dripped from the ripe fruit.
At that moment all I knew was pure bliss.
How could something so simple be so life affirming?
Should God really have punished Eve for taking a taste?
Shouldn’t we all (taste life)?
It was as if I suddenly knew all the beauty the world held.
Simple, unadulterated joy.
Brought forth by a piece of fruit?
Have I lost my mind?
Is life so provincial?
No, I don’t think so.
I believe that my heart was open and briefly unencumbered. So much so that I was able to truly experience the beauty of the moment.
A few seconds of something simple yet ever so complex.
I love hot Summer days and nights.
They are sultry.
Filled with saturating heat and earthy smells.
There’s something extremely liberating about such a day.
It’s a time when a nap doesn’t seem so foreign or outrageous.
When icy concoctions thrill your lips and quench your thirst.
When the taste of ripe, sweet fruits dance on your tongue.
It’s the delicious hypnotic sound of a ceiling fan and the persistent song of crickets in the tall grass at twilight…
Summer, it’s a vibration.