escaping the heat

              “Summertime, oh, summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever . . . the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths…

somedays

      Somedays I am the Flowers, Somedays I am the Rain ~ pavana

begin

  A very sweet light is spreading over the Earth like perfume.  The moon is slowly dissolving and a boy-sun languidly stretches his translucent arms…Cool murmurings of pure waters that surrender themselves to the hillsides.  A pair of wings dances in the rosy atmosphere.  Silence my friends.  The day is about to begin. ~ Clarice Lispector