The crickets began to sing loud before the sun came down, and everyone
still played around outside, it was too hot to sleep and too hot to draw
because my hands and body got too sweaty, nude is a necessity in these
un-summer times, it's summer but it's not though its officially humid,
Pool tables in the driveway, the lemonade in the house, wheezin'
wheezin' wheezin', thank goodness for the breeze, cool wind blew under
my nose so breathed it in, huffed the freshness, getting wet and getting
dry then getting' wet again, stroll with your friends, kiss your lovers, hose
down your dog cause he's panting a mile a minute, slick silver glasses
with ultra violet protection, wear them all day 'til it's too dark to see,
take them off to see the sun as low as the pine tree at the end of our
street, there's a calming glow coming from the fires of the lights and the
sizzling on the hills, it's a purple sunset tonight and one last drop of
sweat managed to drip down my forehead and into my eyes, stinging
them intensely for a second until I wipe it away and see the purple turn
red and watch the black turn blue, everything that is earth, anything tall
and ridged, rough and organic, is just a horizon and a silhouette, everyone
is just quiet, listening to the songs of acoustic bonfires on the beach,
the thousands of grains of sand snuggle in our feet, hug your lover, kiss
your friends and family goodnight, play your little sister a song and
around the world, the domino of un-summer time keeps on falling, warm
summer night, unofficially, but it doesn't matter.