Be with me

it’s easy to get lost in the dynamics of the summer, especially the summer in Vacationland. How the variables of light

time

distance

and heat influence the composition of the gas medium we dwell in.

Dry heat versus humidity and all that jazz. It all works the same.

The air oppresses in the day and caresses in the night.

It’s difficult not to paint an allusion to passion and intimacy between the carnal

gash in the sky

and the shy loving

smile

on the

breeze

a firm assured nudge of an experienced shadow to guide you

where

and why

a sweet nothing of a frog to trust you to do the same

things

Life is everything and moments in time can either be remembered in small parts of joy or larger parts of sorrow

or

both

or none

Tonight, the night was me and it was her, once upon a never in my dumb male mind. A promise of us against the solar powered lights that ruin the mood.

There is a lot there and I am not much.