Back From Hither

I’m completely taken with the sky this summer.

She’s been moodier than usual, whipped into rages and shadowed with intrigues, spiraling from coy to caustic to radiantly congenial in the span of a single morning. She blushes. She glares. She showers, dresses up in Adriatic blue, and beckons.

And if we keep forgetting our responsibilities and running away with her for the weekend… well, we can hardly be blamed, can we?