honeybee brushes my lips
taste of forest flowers
After a week of extreme heat, "normal" Indiana summer weather returned yesterday bringing a much needed rain. To celebrate, I sat outside on the wet lawn chair to watch the sunset, which was spectacular--all gilded and bronze and rose. The sun itself had disappeared into clouds whole, but banks of cumuli reflected a beautiful gold for a good half hour. In fact, now that I think of it, the colors of sky reminded me of holy cards where Jesus or Mary ascend, floating on backlit and radiant clouds. At dusk, the crickets thrummed their love songs again, joined by the very early arriving cicadas. At one point the cicadas produced a crescendo of sound that was, in its way, reassuring. For now at least, all's right with the world.
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