Monday, July 28, 2008
perhaps august is my favorite month.
you rub summer notes from your eyes in thickest heat while anticipation of autumn builds.
august is ripe.
trees are thick, tired, blowing motes and swinging dances.
by august you might feel comfortable in your own skin, having shed layers in the undulating meadows of summer.
you are no longer critical of the fact that you are sometimes not out of bed before 8am.
the vine is thickest in august, or beginning to build. fruits in abundance bring every color to your table. august is juicy. open. dramatic.
as you look to webbed summer skies and question galaxies, black night sits on bright day like expensive dark chocolate. wind is a coveted tapestry on a most luxurious of weaves. august is a subtle shade that is lowered.
in august the earth vibrates through our flesh and we find our breath.
tashi said to me tonight as we lay limbs akimbo on hammock slowly gliding, "we don't spend enough time together."
in august i face change.
my posts may be spare or infrequent. what ever the interval, i hope to capture a bit of august's mystery, the journey tashi and i have of it.