July 28, 2006

An Hour in Time

Last Wednesday was the last heartbreakingly beautiful day of the week. Sunday thru Wednesday were, in weather terms, Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. Or is it Anniston? Anyway they were breathtaking days of fragile beauty, broken by the maudlin clouds & showers of Thursday and Friday. If August is like an overextended flower and June is one just beginning to bloom then July is the sweet spot of summer, the month where the bat meets ball and sends it o’er the fence like an Dunn home run (to switch metaphors). Natch, I had to take one lunch hour, one extraordinary lunch hour, at my house in this month of July. Itched I did for the transient thrill of reading out on the back porch...

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