Dusk

The evening is filled with the sweet breath of trees trying to cool the air around themselves.  It is like a heavy sigh into the air already weighted with the consequence of the sun. I can feel myself move through it with every step as if walking through water.  Dusk is upon us as the daylight now grows shorter.  The aroma of blossoms hover like unseen clouds and the clouds hover like monuments on the horizon. 

This is July, in all it’s glory.