Waves

The afternoon air is changing. Although invisible, the humidity creeps in and the temperature rises as the cloudless afternoon allows the sun to bake the landscape. Very little air is moving and my decorative flag is almost still. The chorus of birds from an hour ago has stilled to a single call.

I can sense the heat wave beginning.

I try to keep the windows open and the air conditioner turned off as long as possible. I like the sounds of summer. Of my neighborhood. A single songbird is more delightful than hum of the compressor for the A/C unit. Slam of a car door next door.

Not to mention the drum solo from the boy across the street. He practices in his garage, door wide open, and, in the afternoon, waves of music float out into our neighborhood. I can't discern a specific song but he can keep a beat. I love the enthusiasm of an 11 year old despite the heat.

Another's Dream

It is an odd and intimate thing to be included in another person's dream. Recently a friend emailed me --

"You were in my dream last night - we were both in separate vehicles on the highway. Suddenly I found myself in a hospital built inside a high school . . .

Then I looked out the window and you were in a big yellow Jeep Cherokee and someone was trying to run you off the road. I was far away but rooting for you. I saw your face change into determination and you took the car - and RAM - drove it into the mean person and they went flying off the road and that's how it ended.

I think it means you are definitely an independent and strong lady who pushes back when she needs to."

I like the interpretation that I am "an independent and strong lady who pushes back when she needs to" although I hope the person in the car is fine.