summer observations

The evening is still and muggy. The earth cracked today under all the heat. High summer is here. Its funny how every month of the summer has a different feel to it. June....Ahhh june. And what is so rare as a day in june.....so goes the poem. Its such a tender and lush month. Timidly it steps in and then it should and everything is Freenet again. July: July to me is a rather moody month. It can be angry. Scorching hot and not a promise of rain in the sky. It can also be moody and meloncholy. With grey skies that rumble with distant thunder telling of a storm fast approaching. Or it can be just gentle rain...warm steamy gentle rain all day. August. August is so graceful and hushed. It is the month that summer dies. At the start of august nature comes to a hush. It pauses.....inhales one more time and then lets go. One by one you notice certain insects arent there anymore. The crickets song is less peppy. Even the birds have a restless stir about them. And the fun....it seems a littleless golden in August. Sigh. I shall enjoy every last bit of summer.

these dog days

Rite now I'm on my break at work. I work at a cosmetics counter in a department store. During the summer the whole store becomes rather dead. It seems everyone is off on vacation or heading to summer camp. The days I'm afraid, drag by horribly in the summer. Anyone who works retail can relate. It doesnt help either when you have a entire army of store managers hounding you to open credits and get emails. As if people need more debt shoved down their throats these days and more junk mail in their inbox. It especialy cracks me up when us cosmetic girls are told to go recruit people to bring back to the counter when the store is dead. Recruit Who??? Nevertheless We are sent of into the racks of clothes to hunt down any old lady we can find and beg her to come back to the counter for a free foundation sample. sigh. Ill be glad when things pick up again.

The rain kisses the earth, the rain gently kisses my face. The rain brings Hope to a parched land. The rain brings salvation.

The wine flows and the fruit is abundant. I love moments like this. When you feel safe and warm and just....just plain cozy. I'm relaxing on the couch with a glass of wine and fruit. My boyfriend will is making nachos for dinner. Darkness is falling....a cozy summer evening.

The stars the moon....They have all been blown out. Sigh trying to gather my thoughts after watching a movie called meloncholia with a dear friend and fellow romantic.