Saturday Waltz

The heat is tall, rising up into a clear blue sky. Bright colors and butterflies, tumbling. The flutter of birds at the fountain. On the radio: oldies. Inside, the water is cold. Back out (in the rich air) the pond ripples beneath lilly pads. Insects waltz up and down to the surface for sips. I can taste coffee on my lips.

Saturday, and my neck is kinda sore -- but the day is fine and sweet.