Dancing With The Sun

Everything is glistening today.  Colors are shouting out loud. Finally, after a long period under the cold blandness of coastal fog, the sun is cavorting across the heavens with diamonds blazing at her feet.

Summer has largely bypassed us in terms of heat and languor.  No, we have had to plan road trips out of the county, even across a few counties to find the hot reach of summer.  I sense a shortening of the time between dawn and dusk, minute by minute, now that I can see where the sun is dancing through the day in full view.  There will be a day when, sure enough, it will feel like fall.  The sun's course is gradually sinking to a lower angle, and it has been, of course, ever since the summer solstice.  But, today is a day that looks like celebration itself.  I'm in a mood for it anyway.  I've got latin music playing, all the windows open and feel like dancing, a mood set by the sun itself.  Salsa sounds good, feels good, and when the whole day's got the rhythm, you just have to go with it.  Samba, meringue, rhumba, I'll make up my own version.  Dance?  Yes!

Earlier, I made a quick circuit of my garden, dragging my hose around to water all the containers.  It looks magnificent, I have to say.  I never get over the appeal of a pretty garden, even if it's like mine with 40 or so containers bordering a cement patio.  I can almost hear the plants growing in the unfamiliar warmth and light.  I think there's a little carnivale going on out there, when I'm not looking, or maybe even when I am.  I've got my own version of one indoors.  Lessez les bon temps rouler!