Sitting on the open porch of a stranger, I watch the cars travel up and down Washington Street.  The humidity is pleasing and tame, now that dusk has settled.  It’s been a long day full of work, sprinkled with some mischievous play.

Summer solstice 2010- June 21st.

The lawns nearby are manicured with care.  The home across the street reminds me of something out of a story.

Fireflies are playing tag.

Crickets sing staccato lines.

Two puppies snuggle on the still-warm blacktop.

Beads of sweat drip from my brow, and down my back.

Lounging back, I realize there is no breeze.

12 windchimes sit silent.