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

instead

and

every ounce of my soul

becomes

soothed

~~~~~

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

~~~~~

and

when the smell

of a freshly cut lawn

or wet clothes coming out of the washing machine

somehow

remind me of being at my grandma's house

~~~~~