Sometimes I find myself tired. Well, too often I am tired. Revision: exhausted. Beyond physical and into the mental. A brain that is worn down to a nub. A stump of emotion. Lacking a refuge. Even music is beyond a repairing tool. But then, I find a reason to dance, to twirl, to let my hair down and catch a glimpse of my smile in the mirror.
Find an idea and hold tight onto it. The sun. The exuberant heat. And the pool. Sweating next to the pool. Drinking. Reading. Swimming. The refuge of summer, and its perfect nights.