july.
do you come in wearing rainclouds and coolness? you sneak around the corner, quietly, throwing us all in the middle of summer...but we're stuck wearing long pants, long faces, wanting wanting...
do you come in wearing rainclouds and coolness? you sneak around the corner, quietly, throwing us all in the middle of summer...but we're stuck wearing long pants, long faces, wanting wanting...
you sit at the patio table with the umbrella blowing in the night wind. you sip at the warm beer, listening to the unyielding waves slapping at the shore.
resolved to take just a little bit away...
i
july.
makes no difference anymore. i've gotten past the yearning for warm, the shiny sun or words i never get to hear anymore. i can sit quietly. still. let the sound of the waves crashing just be. i can find the wrinkle of solitude in the night air, nestle my thoughts among the night lights outlining the boats tethered to docks, the clinking of glasses in someone's backyard, the long lone siren signaling someone's done for...