Summertime
Waking late, staying up way past midnight, sometimes seeing the sun come up, meeting people for lunch, hanging out with friends, getting a phone call and stepping out, sitting on a lawn chair, swinging in a hammock, reading a book, listening to the radio. FM. ~ Nothing heavy on my mind, only thought is what kind of salad to order, or when to begin drinking, or texting because I forgot where we were meeting. No problem. ~ Catching the L train, strolling down sidewalks, smelling whatever it is that is coming out of the open door of shops: coffee, patchouli, pizza, cigarettes. Under the glow of moonlight, flashing neon, street lamps, the orange haze of breaking dawn, ~ I am in love with summer. ALSO new flash up at Em Dash Literary Magazine.Check it out!