another hot one, towards ninety.
driving to a friend's, it looked and felt like any hot August day, only the flowers blooming were spring and early summer flowers, lilacs and lupine incongruous with the heat.
lightning bugs tonight. just three of four, speaking to us silently as we walked home in the dark through our yards, after sharing dinner with family. boy watching the dark world quietly, actively.
A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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