Still summer for most of the day

Watching her try to balance on the soccer ball reminded me of my own attempts this week to stay upright as things kept changing, and I'm drawn to her fierce concentration and the one drop of sweat hanging in the middle of her forehead like a crystal bindi.

Lush :

this tangle of flowers and weeds is home to the crickets that fill our nights with a wild thrumming.

If we could start summer all over again,

we'd stay until we were willing to go. 

(Maybe never.)