There is an old John Denver song, "well, my bags are packed and their ready to go..I'm standing here outside your door, already I'm so lonesome I could cry."
Except for me, I have cried...many times this past week. I knew mid-August would come, but I hoped it wouldn't come this soon.
I will miss each part of this summer...showers outside, walks on the beach, gin and tonic on the pizer, lunches in the treehouse, working in the shop, rain and hurricanes, new friends, the scent of cedar...I will miss Philip.
scented cedar trees
salt water mist on my tongue
sand between my toes
whispering breezes
hot, still, humid nights
long shadows at dark
droplets of aqua
hurricane bursts ofwater
tears or ocean spray?
Good bye, sweet summer.
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