The earth that lay dozing all day like a dog on asphalt exhaled a dank canine blast of rising warmth onto my ankles as I slogged down the driveway through the fusty yard, searching for a breeze, a puff, a whisper of moving air from the long-forgotten wind. Just past the cattails languishing in low tide, a hint of expensive soap scent tantalized me into the useless shade of a neighbor’s magnolia, and I stood, heavy-limbed and sniffing, feeling Southern as all get-out.
“Tomorrow’s anothah day,”
scarlet sunset drawls, saunters
and lingers, lounging.
Inspired by dVerse and 84% humidity.