warming air

summer is running on my heels. already i am immersed in the nineties of a shadeless mid afternoon. i love the feeling of summer's freedom, but not the stifling heat. beaches wait for crowds by the thousand, and i wait for early morning- before anyone is up. the time of day when the air is cool, the newborn sun is warm and the breeze dances without purpose. when it is me, an deep blue seascape and a seagull who are the only ones around. winter has departed and spring has sown it's seeds... summer running on my heels has tripped me and i fall down laughing.