Moss growing on a log
My favorite month.
Maybe I’m a little biased because I was born in June….making me a Gemini (twins), and according to some, gives me an excuse for acting schizophrenic. (I agree) wait…no I don’t. (yes I do). Never mind.
Like clockwork, I saw the first fireflies of the season last night. It never fails, every June they rise up out of the wet grass and announce that summer is back. Like the constellation Orion, I’ve sat in a lot of different places and watched those fireflies. One of the most memorable being sleep-deprived, covered in mud, and wanting nothing more than just 15 minutes of peace with no shouting or firing, during training in the Army.
I love the summer. It feels good to sweat….to be bitten by hungry things with wings…..to damage skin cells with Ultra-violet radiation. On the upcoming agenda… a serious rock climb, kayaking, fishing, anything that is soft on the budget but heavy on adventure.
Life is good. No it isn’t. Wait…yes it is….
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