“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

7.15.2014

july song


a quarter past eight, 90 degrees.  cooler than yesterday.  the sun has dropped behind the trees on the hill, striping my living room with the softness of day's last light.  the cicadas start their summertime song, a goodbye to the day, a welcome to the night, never mind that true night is still an hour or so away. it is coming, and that is good enough for a song.

i have had the door open all day, ignoring the air conditioning bill that will come.
closed doors are for wintertime.

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4 comments:

  1. I love the early cicada season, but by the end of summer it is driving me crazy.

    And I love more than I can express your photograph today.

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  2. By the way, a weird thing - the captcha picture was completely black. No numbers at all. So I just typed in 123 and by all indications it went through fine!

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  3. i so agree. and windows. i want to hear those crickets and peepers singing the night's song.

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  4. My July song is so different from yours. We live in Missouri which is wicked hot, but not devil hot like Texas. But this summer, we are having record lows. It's been nearly 100 years since Missouri was this cool in July. The high yesterday was not even 80. Heaven!

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