In The Path Of Moving Air...
Summer.
It's all about heat,
From fireworks to haze,
A shimmer over pavement,
Who needs a microwave oven?
The Sun shines practically at night,
Everywhere in it feels like the depths of the Sahara.
Much as I love,
Come nightfall,
I'm putting bare skin in the path of moving air.
AquarianM
© 07/05/2021