July

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.

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About ginapeluso

Sometimes I live in Baltimore, other times in Boston. Sylvia Plath is my guru and Tennyson's Ulysses is my sacred text.
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