August air is the fire-flicker and flame-dance of radiating heat. Advertisements
Hey, take care of Earth since it’s the only planet that has chocolate!
Procrastination is time wasted due to our limited days here.
Out of the embers, I crawl toward the ocean… seeking cold water.
Your hand in mine as we watch the sunrise is a dreamy kind of day.
Hot air fills this room and I only move to wipe beads off my forehead. I don’t want to move in this extreme summer heat! …
I am me…just me. Even after all these years, I wake to find…me.
I didn’t wake up early; I’ve been up all night, but oh–The Sunrise.