Summer Drifts In

I will hold all the wonder close to my heart, listen close to my ears, warm this winter body with sunlight, I can do winter, can be well in winter, can like the cold waterfall air, place the cuff of my sleeve to my nose a moment when air is deadly cold and dry, and then summer drifts in with its fragrant memory, warmth and wetness and all the grass and waking flowers, and then the sand and breeze and sea, the scent of it I breathe in, out, in.

Listening to “The First Picture of You” by Anne Marie Almedal

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