Imagine. The air is like soup.
But it's in your lungs.
I love taking pictures like this lately. I have a little lamp behind me in the cool of early morning before sunrise. It's the shadow of the phone camera. It happened by accident a few time and then it became a component. I look at this and think this might be an idea (?) for dyeing or piecing. This light and dark effect.
For now we'll lay low and keep cool.
A break in the rain.
Still humid but not hot.
Soul-0 sleeps out on the deck on the bench under the old maple. His sheets are wet.
Yesterday. We had enough rain to make a universe. Or at least fill a bowl.
Today this little component is here. For now. I'm in a blue skies frame of mind. Even tho dark clouds are rolling in. Again.
And here we are.
Big rain and big heat.
My mind is a jungle.
Air is soup. Sustaining but hard to breath.
I'm just working through this one. Mostly in the night when it is hard to sleep. Life is a puddle.
I'd say more about it, but right now it is something to lean into. To be carried by. I'm using it to prepare for some extreme sharing. Later.
A beautiful shadow at sunrise.
We're all just trying to keep cool. And rested. The night is punctuated with the beep of the dehumidifier, periodically crying "time to empty the water bin". It's been running constantly to keep the mold from growing up the furniture legs.
It's all better than being on fire.