garden

a familiarity of treble and bass drift amidst the warm summer air. the comfort of the atmosphere and the slight buzz from my watered down mocha. a fine mist drops like a light snow into the palm fronds and terra cotta mountains. a man walking on the aluminum roof disrupts the soft murmur of our voices speaking of serious matters. a lifted feeling like a burden of bricks off of my chest. finely ground rocks cushion the floor beneath my feet and my back stiffens from stress. i shudder as the mist caresses my skin. startled. sunlight sifted through the silky web draws my attention away from eavesdropping. time slips slowly away into the void of nothingness as human nature brings the sorrow and the doubt that the weather can often inspire. i'm just the opposite of most, the sunny, bright blue sky makes my soul cry whereas the cloudy, dark, damp days of winter make me smile. a smile i could use by now, but it's almost fall. the leaves will be red and yellow and the sky will weep while my teeth show once again.