Summer
I tried to write something.
I got nothing.
Maybe the heat is frying my brain.
Here's a couple pictures of what we did today.
Kids.
No worries. No responsibility.
Life is just one big splash pad.
Illusive Peace
Her house is stifling. The fan above her clicks a rhythm and she lays as still as she can, hoping for relief. She pushes herself up, forcing movement that reverberates in her head. Walking through the rooms, she checks windows, praying for the breath of a breeze. She loves this house. Here she nursed and nurtured her babies. The walls show signs of life-- fingerprints and smudges. Smiling faces, captured and framed, adorn the walls. But, the walls are closing in and she retreats to the sanctuary of her room. The thoughts are pressing, intensifying the pain in her head. She tries with all her might to force them out. You're not welcome here . Still, they come. Persistent, they are. The fan beats in time with the judgements- ' not e-nough, not e-nough, not e-nough'. She puts out the welcome mat, hoping for sleep. Instead, she cries, curled into herself. But, the day is like any other, demanding, not to be ignored. Amazing how ...
Our neighborhood splash pad is one of my favorite places in the city. I love these pictures. They reek of summertime and all good things.
ReplyDeleteThat flashed me back to my childhood! My kids prefer a dip in the river, but I was raised on sprinklers and splash pads. Give me a kiddie pool and mister, and I'm a happy camper!
ReplyDeleteI like the music for the teleBision commercial for our local water park, very catchy.
ReplyDeleteI want that kind of day! With freeze pops, please.
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures and can totally identify with the fried brain syndrome. I have so much catching up to do--reading and writing-wise, but it's so tempting to just sit like a slug in front of the fan or run off to spend the day at the lake. ;)
ReplyDeleteI think my brain must be getting water logged. I am beginning to think I should move to the other side of the pond!!
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