Summer girl 2

It’s a warm spring day, the first one in months.

You’re so excited that you throw on your summer clothes and run outside as fast as you can.

The sun hits you in the eyes and you’re stunned and you stumble off the porch.
You right yourself on the bottom step and gingerly step off.
You hold a hand over your eyes. You lean back. And squint at the sun.

The sun is out, its heat washes over you.

You’re sitting under a tree. You watch the sky brighten. There’s a pale yellow swatch where the grey usually is.
There are wisps of clouds lingering about, but they are giving-in to the shop-owner’s demand to vacate the premises. Little by little the clouds break and fade.

The tree’s rustling leaves cast an ever changing dance overhead. You feel formless shadows take shape. As they come into being they become aware of each other. Excited that they are not alone they swarm. They mingle. They grow aquainted. And fade back into the formless.

It is hot and you are reclining in the shade.

Your fingers brush through the scrub and dirt. You dig at small and grind rough pebbles into your finger tips. You sift moist soil through your fingers. The smell of living earth takes you back to simpler times. [erin, takes you back to simpler times -or- takes you to a simpler time?]

Sheep are grazing on the next hill over. The herder looks happy. There’s something in that gauzy shape,
the way it sway with the wind…
Yeah, he must be happy.

The shaggy grass tickles behind your knees. You brush it away and there’s a
lady bug sitting on your knee. It’s a red one. A dark red ladybug from childhood—
back when ladybugs were vivid and bold. She opens her wing covers and talks about summer and the smell of dirt, about heat and thawing. She jumps into a current and is swept along.

You are in the shade watching ladybugs dance in sunlight.

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