Waiting To Exhale

Another summer is drawing to a close, and am I happy! I detest the summer with it’s bright skies and orange sun. Time loses it’s capability to birth exceptional  , exciting, unique days. Factory crafted afternoons filled with a heart breaking stillness.  This summer, work spilled over, cementing the crevices , wrinkles and gaps in time, deleting the reality of a mid-year break.
Some evenings did bring a bit of drizzle with them, but they were more fragrance than water. The earth perfumes herself for two hours before and after every light shower. Like a courtesan, all fragrance and promise and then …nothing. A smoke and mirrors act.

Three pleasures are left.

The promise of a performance in August, the gathering of the divas, the building of the mask, the men stuck in traffic. Juliet has been found.  Romeo has run away. All one needs is a waif who can play three parts: Apothecary, Nicholos and …..then I would have to kill you.

Natural’s mango ice cream. Little creamy chunks of flavored melting milk. The tongue leads the tango of itty bitty bits of mango dancing a swirl.

And a little pleasure felt in the longing…the longing for a black sky, fat raindrops, a missed heartbeat as one catches summer lightning streaking across the sky like a figure skater, and the deep roll of thunder….action,  momentum, happiness ......

Waiting To Exhale