Cold morning dew
Dirt sticking to each ridged side
It was all so damp
Illuminated in something plusher than a sunset
The moon quickly disappearing
Gentle streams of light touch the ground
It was still cold
Cold enough for my hands to lose feeling
But warm enough to wear shorts
Smells of grass
Smells of flowers
And leaves
Nothing stirred except for the assorted bugs
Cicadas buzzing in the brush
No wind
But the air was not a bad stagnant
A chill swept through me
I rolled my sleeves down
My knees were wet and covered in tiny bits of grass
All stuck from the dampness
I placed my excavated carrot in the bin
It left my hands damp
I leaned back on my knees
My teeth were exposed rather quickly
I didn’t bother rinsing my hands
Too chilled
I rinsed off my fresh carrot
The frigid water brushed my hands clean
Ice cold from sitting in the hose overnight
The sunlight trickled down
It offset the chill seeping into me
I breathed in the air, eyes closed
Sun tickled my nose
The chill felt good as the sun rose higher
It slowly disappeared
The damp dew turned to sweat
I yearned for the peace of the quiet mornings
Busses roared, children yelled
No cicadas
I rolled my sleeves up and pulled the next carrot
My skin turns red
The heat seeps into my blood
Until it turned to a chill I can never break
The skin is much too thin
To keep any sort of heat in
I guess the morning sun is more forgiving
And embraces me in her warmth
Seated on a throne
Right next to the chill
Ruling over my fleshy expanses of land
A pair of monarchs
Deeply in love