Sun rising slowly up & into the last day of July, a real fire-ball of solar affection.
The rising sun blasts a strip of glowing light across the water from me to him & back again.
A light breeze ripples the river as far as my eye can see.
The sweet morning air rich with Prana & rest.
The long pampas grass sways in the 6h00 wind.

Swimming naked & alone in a private lake at sunset, the water ringed by leafy trees rustling in the evening wind.
A small fish bites my back as I float on the surface  of the water.
The setting sun cuts the light in half & slowly slowly pulls it from one side of the lake to the other.
A silent walk through the forest on the edge of night.
Later, a lone firegly pops on, & off.

Black crow croaking above, dog crying below me @ the same time.
The great green fields of late July, studded with growing corn not yet as tall as me, but almost.
White wildflowers line a grassy, shaggy path that cuts through a green field into the woods.
Brown cows eating supper.
A dried up swamp lined with grey mud cracked like broken tiles.
Baroque rays of setting sunlight behind a wall of grey clouds, sharp planes of light jutting out and down, almost touching the earth herself.
A bank of grey & silver clouds with a glowing amber center centers the sky.

Brown sparrows hopping around in the dust in the shadows.
Kittens razor-sharp teeth hurt my finger.
A nice blue sky above, fair & even at 9am.

A peachy haze hangs in the air & veils the morning sun.
The sharp tang of basil.
A bumblebee lands on the leaf of a basil plant, re-sets itself & it is gone again.
A black & white alley cat, mottled & ruffled from a long, hot night.

Crows crying far off in the distance.
The smell of wet earth from the watered plants.
The warm breeze blurs the trees in the distance.
A yellow birch suggests something ridiculous to the middle of July & the 31 degree day.
The basil grows noticeably in a single sunny day.
The Friday night sky tints herself pink as the heat of the day retreats into tomorrow.

The full moon rising over the sparkling water of the wide river.
Small fish jumping as the river flows by.
Fireflies twinkling at the edge of the forest, on, off, on off, on & off & over & over again.
Two bats locked together in the long grass, squealing & screeching, one flies off, one lays still, maybe dead.
The moonlight twinkles off the water through the leaves of the trees that line the river, serrated light stretched out to the far banks of the river.
The rich, heavy scent of garden flowers floats on the warm evening air.
The warm wind rustles the leaves of the great tree out back.