catching sun sugar,

Hi sweet readers,  I send my apologies.  For weeks, I have strayed from the pages of Flying a Kite. The wild astronomical days have called me, and the once vacant holes of my brain have been occupied. Too occupied to spend time here.   I've been lifting my brow with the Sun's sugar, and the May Tree's gratitude. There are black eyed susans to my left, and pansies to my right.  Summer is sketched for the wanderer. 
   Now that August's air strolls through the city side, I have settled back into my home. There is freedom drifting through the daffodils.

"The minute I heard my first love story,  I started looking for you, not knowing  how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.  They're in each other all along." -*Rumi*

"When the salmon sky dripped morning hour,We fed our cheeks with apricot buds,The fruit gave me belly folds,but you still saw my bones"-*me*

Since I last wrote to you, each passing day has been carved by family wanderings, red berries on tree petals, flushed skin, and fits of laughter.  I am wakeful every August morning. As the sun is awoken by the birds cry,  I dress myself into summer skin, and stretch my crooked feet in the garden.  
When August burrows into the soil of our sands,  we are reminded of passing time.  I can still taste the release of our May blossoms. I can still catch the sights of a melody sung in June. I can still feel the first day of Summer.   ~A time when the air was melting the concrete puddles, the blender was stirring sounds,  and the seeds of our labor were untouched.  Now,  as fire sets to a new season,  The suns sugar decorates the lands later in the day.  Our seeds of Spring are turning into salads, and snacks.  
Soon, the lakes will be dressed in orange leaves. I am not weeping, nor sighing, for Summer's imminent departure.  There is still a mouthful of watermelon seeds, a garden full of photosynthesis, an empty belly waiting for food, and an entire Summer month to enjoy. 
..Enjoy..

Last week, there was a wedding. My cousin married his lady love.  The matrimonial ceremony took place at my Aunt's home, on a country farm.  This country farm is a place built in the memory of my childhood. Fields of Canola crop decorate the eye space. Scents of perennials welcome our snout while the Cats play hide and seek with the Sun.  It is here where I bonded with building blocks, played piano with my cousins, and learned to ride a bicycle.  

As my cousin took the palm of his new wife, I saw the reflection of kids building houses out of lego. I remembered the day I fell from the banana bike, never certain if I'd ever learn to pedal. I saw the baby faces we all once knew.  Time is treasure, like the golden mermaid at the bottom of the Pacific. Time is passing, like fragile fingers holding grain.  It is haunting, the way Time drifts through the Moon's passing.  A boy once asked me, if you could return memory for time, would you.    My answer was No 
After the wedding ceremony, we soaked drunken bellies, and danced till our feet blistered.

Yesterday, we swallowed Merry saliva in the form of Sushi and Strawberry Bacardi's.We are living with good feelings, we are bathing in clean waters, we have our eyes, we have our tongues. My heart is so grateful I can taste the salvation of Sushi.  My head is so grateful I can see my mother, and hold the palms of my best friend.  Sip, dance, whine, learn, lick, laugh, get, give, happy.

Thank you for reading !   Love, and rest.
See you soon. When the sun is brighter than the moon.   xo

what i wore

hat- winners $15
white wedges- ALDO $45
mom's white blouse- winners $30
floral dress- vintage $8

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