June

June Rolls in all sweet and salty. Our twin seductress, her early morning gloom gives way to afternoons that scorch the most foolish of earthworms; waiting soil but inches from their drying bodies. Kids stay up late, giggles echoing down the hall; live the waking hours with popsicle stains across the front of every shirt. Filling driveways with pastel castles and hopscotch mazes, begging for snacks, begging for an end to their boredom. I, too, become entrenched with thoughts of rebirth, of unbecoming the self I’ve been since last September, living day to day by calendar reminders and routine rituals. Our reward for enduring is the fullest moon on the longest day of sunshine. Everything illuminated. Asking us to see ourselves in a new light. Asking us to shed the skin we’ve been carrying through the darkness of winter. Grab a nectarine hanging from the bountiful branches and bite in hard to the flesh – let the joy overwhelm you. Feel the gravity swelling inside you, pulling the tide closer. Allow yourself to be carried away by the burgeoning waves.