Summer 4

You’re unwillingly pulled out of a dead slumber by something incomprehensible. You slowly open your eyes, there are things floating in the air, streaked with light. It’s disturbing and strange. You set up in bed and try to make sense of it.

The sun is out for the first time in months!

You throw on your summer clothes and hurry out. The sun hits you in the eyes. You’re stunned. You stumble off the pourch. Shading your eyes you lean back and squint at the sun.

The sun is out and it’s heat washes over you!

You sit under a tree. You watch the sky brighten. There’s a pale yellow swatch where the grey usually is. Wisps of clouds are still lingering about; little by little they break and fade.

Rustling leaves cast a dance overhead. Heat and cold swirl over skin. You feel formless shadows take shape. They spring into being and become aware. Excited, they swarm at each other. They mingle, grow aquainted, and fade back into the formless.

It is hot and you are reclining in the shade!

Brushing through scrub and dirt fingers become aware of small roots. They grind rough pebbles into moist soil. The smell of living earth is reminicent of a simpler time.

Sheep graze on the next hill over. A gauzy yellow shape sways with the wind. Yellow is watching over puffs of white, that somehow stay anchored to the ground.

It is a weightless summer day and you watch a heard of sheep!

Shaggy grass tickles backs of kneees. It is brushed away and suddenly there’s a ladybug. A red one. A dark red ladybug from childhood–when ladybugs were vivid and bold. She opens her wing covers and rejoices in summer. She is excited about the smell of dirt, the sweetness of aphids. Praiseing the heat and thawing, she leaps into a current and is swep aloft.

You are in the shade watching ladybugs dance in sunlight!

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