onward

oh, summer...you kicked my ass.
in a good way.
i am betterstrongerwiser and exhausted.
i will take your warm energy and venture into the next season
with my heart wide open.
wide enough that it could break at any moment.
but the risk is worth it.
because who knows how many seasons we will encounter?
autumn. bring it.

the stuff

playground picnic.
the chop and his dog.
digging holes (the dog) and swinging on
the big-kid swing (the boy).
popsicles and cat-shaped biscuits.
both are asleep now...dreaming their dreams of a tomorrow
with endless exploration
and heck yeahs.