August 4

Velvety red Shiraz sipped from a green earthenware mug. One soul. Resting on a faded, white painted porch– star lit with the navy milky sky, slowly setting the canvas black.

Lightning bugs. -one, two, three, four– Dotting the darkness hello–Beacons of a warm, humid summer night. My Yesterdays captured in mason jars. — exhaling the brevity of today.