I’m soaking up every rummy split second of this singular spectacular season we call summer. Green is what’s on display presently. Dense, luscious, abundant and fleeting already past the peak and onto our transient descent into the next scene where the light grows more golden, the prairie grass fades out to straw and goes to seed and all that was once verdant drains and a gilded and fawny new era commences. Another attempt for renewal with a stouter more vigilant will to the victorious promised land…like a flash into the singularity here we go, ready or not…

“…We’re flying high
We’re watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down on the ground…” – Depeche Mode