Summer...

To The Lady on the Train,



The tilt of the earth toward the sun favours us more each day, lengthening the hours of daylight and warming our limbs. Summer has arrived and the greening of lawns and trees and the sudden flowering of gardens are welcomed sights.
 
We look forward to iced drinks under a shade tree, sudden thunder storms rolling across the land, the sounds of birds, and the smell that only comes at dusk when the sun sets behind a hill rimmed lake. We watch our skin darken under the gaze of the sun and cool our bodies in the deep lakes that pit our northern shield rock. There is also the smell of bbqs and campfires that drifts over the pines.


And finally at the end of the day, laying on our backs on the cool earth to watch the stars appear in growing numbers. We watch for shooting stars as constellations wheel overhead. We float in water and we float through the universe.


It is only your hand in mine and the light in your eyes that keep me grounded.




The Man in the Station