the tangy scent of summer hits me,
blanketing me like a wave.
It's a smell full of fresh air mixed with
green apple shampoo
and the flowers in the garden below.
I can hear the drone of cars
from the busy street nearby.
The light slanting through the white curtains
is the blue-gray of not-quite-night,
when the sun has set,
yet the world is still lit up by its rays.
tendrils of wind snake through
the city streets
like molten lava down a volcano's side.
It's the cool feel of almost summer,
where backpacks are still leaning against chairs,
and papers are strewn around bedrooms,
but the world is reaching for that
The Dandy Lioness