last night the stars were warm and full of memories.
today the woman in the mirror has hurt a toe and feels her age.
i am so much younger than she.
the august heat is bright and hot and erases away all the colors. the air conditioner never shuts off and i wear only flip flops, and only those when i must. though the floor is not yet finished, it is enough finished to once again walk barefoot through the house. the concrete is cool under my feet. this winter it will be like ice. i will have to find some rugs.