it was a long patriotic day of consuming movies and avoiding the heat. And now that I’m laying here typing from bed at a quarter til tomorrow listening to all the pops, crackles, and booms of neighborhood fireworks. Despite the fact that they’re not legal here. And we’re under a burn ban. And I’m cranky. Get off my lawn.

what I want to be is in the summer wonderland of my garden watching the moon in the sky and listening to the soft distant sounds of nature and neighbors.

I want to breathe beneath the open night sky and whisper to the plants and stay out all night. Barefoot in the dirt and weeds and clover with the smell of mint and crushed tomato leaves perfuming my hands.

But tonight I choose this soft bed and the unnaturally cool air in the bedroom.

Tomorrow I hope I choose the other.