RAY

It's no surprise that I've got a mild case of the winter blues. So I dug up some summer photos and a little something I wrote one night on the boat during a hot August night - 

the aftermath of a melted gold sunset is calm

the night birds and cicadas are deafening and wonderful

the moon is almost full, hovering over the lake and all its inhabitants like a protective time stopper

the lights twinkle from the boats circling around the lake as the sky grows darker and the warm lights from each house 

reflects off the lake's constant, rippling surface

some stupid country song drifts from the neighbor's porch mingling with the smell of food being grilled

that's the beautiful thing about summer - you lose track of time and sometimes eat dinner at 9:30

and another thing about summer - even when those tacky country songs are playing it's still somehow full of summer comfort 

as it blends with the familiar summer sounds

and the low talking and outbursts of laughter pouring from the gazebo is a comfort

and inside the house the old ones are watching TCM while the young ones watch Cartoon Network

but on the outside it's all inviting, glowing warmth through the familiar doors

and above me i see the unchanging, unwavering star

all of this is somehow balmy and comforting because it's full of the constancy of summer

-RAY

[Photos by me / summer 2013]