The heat demands of me to submit…to shed layers of the day and extend my flesh to the warm breeze that cools as the sky watercolors…my hair a tangled mess of humidity and curls, pinned atop my head…my eyes momentarily contemplating the scissors, the release of weight from my neck…but the loose strands that sway about my face and shoulders, release the scent of sunlight, keeping me submissive…I stand at the French doors for a shift of light…lost in the beauty of the madly drawn world…a house darkening at my back, all but for the glow of a hemp candle and soft white fairy lights…there’s a song the earth and sky and trees release after a scorching heat, when the sun slips away and the body instinctively sighs in reply…

E.A. O'Connell