It is the eve of a new month that will bring a new school year, with longer days. This new month is going to mark the beginning of my job search. I wonder where I will end up?
For now, it is still July and it's nice to remember the now. Sunsets. Key lime martinis with my husband on Friday nights. Movie escapes with music to drool over.
Maybe this is the weekend I will hang my lanterns in the back yard...
photo credit: Dana Graves
by Carl Sandburg
Shine on, O moon of summer.
Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak,
All silver under your rain to-night.
An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion.
A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month;
to-night they are throwing you kisses.
An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a
cherry tree in his back yard.
The clocks say I must go--I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking
white thoughts you rain down.
Shine on, O moon,
Shake out more and more silver changes.