seared

I'm in retreat.

The day brightens, soaring with the temperature, I am catching glances of the ranges every which way I turn. I mimic rodents, scurrying,scurrying from shade to shade to shade.

Time becomes a languid beast. Lolling the hours away in coffee shops, swapping stories from other cities. Some of us have become isolationist, some of us are still sinking in.

The sun surges to the centre of the sky. My heart rises to greet it. Sparkling with reds and greens.