The promise of a hot and humid afternoon is heralded with birdsong. In the sunshine, the green of trees and grass shout with verdant vitality. The flowers in my garden radiate with intensity. Yellow blooms are small suns fallen to earth. Wild roses sing deep pink unfolding.
Daylilies smile orange starlight.
A perfect day for laundry, I think, energized and ambitious. I imagine clothes strung on the line, saving dollars from the dryer. By the time two loads are hung out, the sky is darkening. A wind has blown up, tossing the leaves to reveal their silvery undersides. The threatening storm is oppressive, like a deep sadness which lurks in the heart and cannot be relieved.