23 June 2014
Today is a day to, with peonies beside me, pen a letter to a friend. It is a day for fixing a locket. It's not a day for sprawling meals, but for snacking like a rabbit all day long. It is a day for finally, maybe addressing the pile outside the closet, and it's a day for hot walks, in sandaled feet, with drooling dogs rubbing against legs. It is a day to eat the last tomato in the kitchen, to relish every bite. It is a day for longing for the seaside, for salt water. Today is a day when, though summer has just started, you feel it could be everlasting. And between the sunstreaked floors, and the fresh tomatoes, and the feet collecting tan lines, and the hot and tired dogs sandwiching my body on the couch as I type -- I quite like the sound of it.