Tuesday, June 21, 2011

first day of summer


Today I sat outside and read D.H. Lawrence.

I let the grass cram between my toes like furniture in a small apartment.

The sun was hanging very carefully behind some trees, almost like it was about to drop suddenly. I thought about the sunsets in Mexico. Good evening, Rexburg. Good evening, Mexico.

I went inside and ate a mango with honey on it. Then my taste buds composed a thousand Odes to Joy. I always knew my mouth liked classical music.

Only five more weeks 'til long nighttime walks, early morning hikes, and the sound of Catherine Creek in my ears.

I love summer.