He comes to me, underwear on backwards as usual, no shirt. It is our typical Florida morning: The sound of the fan running in the kitchen already. It's so hot outside, we keep the house cooler with fans and not just the AC set so low. He's all tan and long legs. He shoves the empty cup in my face, indicating he wants more water so he can go out in the backyard and spit through the space in his teeth in long arcs across the patio. He is apparently preparing for the Olympics. I am going to have to get my measuring tape out and see just how far that stream of water travels. I go out to get the mail shielding my eyes from the blinding brightness of the sun. A biplane drones lazily overhead as I quickstep in my bare feet over the hot pavement to the mailbox. Suddenly, a very large dragonfly hovers right in front of my nose. Good morning! On the way back, I turn on the sprinkler to give my wilting garden a drink. Back in the AC under the fan I peel cold peaches into a bowl.
Our day begins.
Still Life by Candice Ronesi actually called "Summer Morning"
1 comment:
Beautiful. Lovely.
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