hot & humid again, with a blessing of a breeze. so humid that the ball of the sun hung visible behind the curtain of thick clouds. in the afternoon and again in the evening, i mistook it momentarily for a full moon, so similar in size to the moon, who lets us look directly at her.
chickweed, hawkweed, birdsfoot trefoil, clover, gil-over-the-ground blooming.
a cool breeze quite suddenly graced the land this evening, and now pours in through our bedroom window upon us and our sleeping boy in his blanket.
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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