July 21, 2008

on being content

I love summer days
when the puffy morning clouds
linger a little longer than they should
making me feel a little light headed
when the most important thing
I do all day
is replenish my ice filled glass
with fresh lemonade
when the television remains silent
and I fill myself
with music
every ounce of my soul
when my desk is screaming with papers
that need some attention
and I choose
to ignore them
and spend hours
writing in my journal
when the air conditioning doesn't run all day
and the windows are open
allowing my skin to be gently tickled
by the breezes
that find their way inside to me
when I feel sleepy
early in the evening
knowing that this tiredness
comes from having been buried
in a delicious book
that soaked up every
one of my
waking hours
when the forecast is for showers
and instead the sun
burns all day long
filling me with a warmth
that reminds me of the beach
when the smell
of a freshly cut lawn
or wet clothes coming out of the washing machine
remind me of being at my grandma's house


  1. This post is so evocative of all the wonderful things you write about. Especially something smelling like being at Grandma's house.....love that!

    What book are you engrossed in?


  2. ah, my summer loving, summer baby friend.
    I know just how you feel.
    and I'm right there with you.
    you write of it beautifully.
    so much love.


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