Morning Bell

A few minutes ago there was the most golden light outside, left from the sunset, and the rain was beating down, making the leaves everywhere shiver like small live things were moving through them. It was like I was in heaven; they would have soft filtered warm light like that there. It smells so good in the air; moist, almost fruity you might say. It seems to tamp down all the dirt and pollution and let the smell of the flowers waft. I picked strawberries today, and ate some of them, sunwarmed. On the gravel walk they were tiny and sweet, in the beds they were lush and larger and darker, delicious. The sunburns on the back of my legs are peeling.

Summer summer summer summer summer

There was a storm earlier, complete with long rolls of thunder and occasional lighting. I feel lucky to have seen it. Good storms are so rare here.