July settles in

There's the water with the boats or the boats with the water under them and a sleepy kind of evening. A bike got fixed, dinner got made, and the sound of the fan is becoming a kind of soundtrack for these weeks.

Let's slink away from our practicalities for awhile. Let's slink under and over the fence and feel grass under our feet like a whispered confidence.

There are so many same old ways we're tired of saying things, so let's not. Let's just say let's go, let's see, let's take it in, let's sit still and notice the treetops.

If we can get better, let's get better. If we can see clearer, let's see clearer.

As usual things are a mixture. High tones and low tones, warm hues and cool hues. When the water's open I remember it frozen. When it's frozen I remember it moving.

Let's eat another popsicle and let the summer sink in, melting all those hard edges away. We can read it and let it read us, with pauses to smell the pages.