Sunday

When the winds push something wicked in...

Summer has begun. The scorching days followed by afternoon showers and cool nights are upon us like some sick black magic of the sky. Some of us embrace this time of year awaiting the rains and silently dancing in our minds,constantly peering towards the sky looking for black cloud bottoms. And when the cool winds push something wicked in, we sit on the patio with a cold drink and watch while the rest of the inhabitants scurry for shelter. The mist of rain and crack of thunder is the lifeblood of this thirsty band.