Tuesday, June 13, 2006

A Taste Of June 

The crickets have returned, and with them the heat of the day, the coolness of the evening. We lie in bed with Willow, my wife and I, and sing: The Water is Wide, Somewhere Over the Rainbow, You Are My Sunshine. Our voices are raspy, but we still know all the same words; our cadence matches perfectly after years of duets, of listening to each other in cocreation.

Summer comes. At night the skies stay bright for hours, until the horizon glows, and the nightlight moon brings light to the trees. We dream of living in the fields again, in our summer tent city communities. Outside, the world buzzes with the hidden green of it all.

posted by boyhowdy | 9:32 PM |

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