summerysky

in increasing frequency I come home and at once go out of doors – into already warm hugs of light wind. I've got orange and coffee. I keep my eye on the empty trains, its too lightfull windows sweep over me. I go to a swing, or me and my dog chasing each other, or… or I just lay on some porch (ground, table…) face to sky, to see just the firmament, since at summer sky is magic, u never see such a sky, as marvelous as it gets. The only constellation – star by star. And when clouds run over – u seem – that’s the sky itself fly.
Or u fly over…