The hum and drone of the cicadas rose and fell in unison, like waves on the ocean.  Their song lulled the landscape to sleep like a midsummer’s night lullaby, exhausted and spent from her good and decent work. Mid Summer, often, has an unkempt, woeful look, but the constant heat and…

I had forgotten the utter joys of “springing ahead”. The pilfering of sleep is never, ever acceptable; however, what struck me most this go around was the sheer number of clocks that had to be reset.  You never think about these things unless the power goes out – the oven, the microwave,…

Last night was a gift.  It was the perfect summer night when the air is delicate and nimble.  It was quiet, but not still.  Easy and blithe.  The humidity was low, almost unperceivable, and as the setting sun faded behind the horizon, the gradient of color and light painted the skies…