Interlude
I sit barefoot out on the deck, the grainy planks of the bench on the rotting picnic table under me tend to dig into the flesh of the back of my thighs below my too-short shorts but its not a concern at the moment. Its windy out, more than just windy- the gusts of wind have plucked the leaves straight off the branches and thrown them at me; grabbed the loose strands of hair from being pulled back against my head and allowed them to flutter against my cheeks, and started a not too distant roaring of swaying branches.
The summer heat has been dulled a bit to a calming warmth, no matter that the sun isn't visible anymore. Its one of those darkened skies that rumbles almost unable to be heard- rippling with the greenish glow of an almost-storm. Its humid out, but not sticky like usual- just a slight stifling of the lungs that comes and goes with the wind.
It makes me wish I had someone to enjoy it with, to sit in silence and think about nothing but the smile on my face and the warmth on my skin- someone to laugh and run around in the street with when it starts raining.
My mom opens the screen door and gives me the look that says its time to come inside before it gets too rough outside.
In my opinion its much more rough inside with the air-conditioned chill of numb boredom.
The summer heat has been dulled a bit to a calming warmth, no matter that the sun isn't visible anymore. Its one of those darkened skies that rumbles almost unable to be heard- rippling with the greenish glow of an almost-storm. Its humid out, but not sticky like usual- just a slight stifling of the lungs that comes and goes with the wind.
It makes me wish I had someone to enjoy it with, to sit in silence and think about nothing but the smile on my face and the warmth on my skin- someone to laugh and run around in the street with when it starts raining.
My mom opens the screen door and gives me the look that says its time to come inside before it gets too rough outside.
In my opinion its much more rough inside with the air-conditioned chill of numb boredom.