I watched them as they walked down the park
pants hung low off skinny white bodies
smoking long cigarettes that hung from their fingers
and seemed too long to be really there.
Summer. And heat.
Ice melts before your eyes and the waves drown the madness of the rain.
Nothing to lose and everything to gain.
People sitting in love on couches in their homes
Hiding from the sun, because, its…dare i say it…too hot?
I wear my hair tied about my head because its cooler that way,
but yet i am not cool.
My skin browns as i turn in the heat and i watch the children playing,
playing outside.
The tv has died a slow death. Adverts are crying out for attention.
Languidly we remember, our days in the heat, calling for friends with earnest voices.
Our hands trail through the air. We make promises with clouds, and prayers to the sky for a breeze that will cool our minds and bring about change.
And now, its all done and finished.
And i am slept from the night and drifting from the day.