Summer’s Cooked

Time to estivate is past. The nights have a coolish edge now. Dreams are especially vivid and more often remembered.

The dragonflies flit away from your outstretched hands.

The crows are louder. Their murders more numerous. They blacken the sky at noon…

What I’m Reading:

If I throw myself fully into my work again, very good, but I shall always be cracked.

— Vincent van Gogh / Letter to Theo van Gogh, May 3, 1889