I’m catching a moment.
9 o’clock. The crackle of fireworks in the distance. Lightning bugs glowing in unison.
Band of Horses “No one is going to love you more than I do..”
The scent of chlorine and evening air – the scent of summer.
The atmosphere of summer – home’s summer.
As I watch the sky adjust from stormy to a setting sun; greys become blue, merge with clouds of orange, mix with pinks and purples, before making the full circle and settling into its roots of grey,
I feel calm and at peace.
gina peluso 