I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips. ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit
I love the summer. I love everything about it, well, except for the bugs. I love sitting on my porch with only the light from the moon, watching the stars twinkle. I love listening to the rain spatter against my tree’s petals and the thunder rumbling over my head. I love stepping outside from the air conditioning house to have the heat splash me in the face. I love the sweat dripping between my breasts.
I crave the sun’s heat baking on my body turning it into a hue of golden brown. If only I could have this every day of the year, I would be in heaven. I love driving with the windows down in my car so the wind can smack me in the face. I love wearing nothing but shorts, a tank top and flip flops. I, also, love the fact that I can wear this to work.
I love the smell of fresh cut grass during the day and the smell of barbeque’s burning at night. I love the sound of the night creatures singing their tunes after the sun goes down. I love making love in the tall grass on the hill side of a mountain or in the Caribbean ocean where the water is pristine.
I love the sound of my blender on a Friday night crushing the ice to make a frozen cocktail for the end of beautiful hot summer week.
I love being me.