It was hot yesterday,
in a string of so many hot days it was impossible to remember winter.
At the pond, the air was alive with dragonflies,
zipping back and forth like errant kites on a string, seemingly energized by the heat.
Hummingbirds, too, were active, massing at the feeders morning and evening.
This morning early,
clouds cover the sky and a rare breeze blows from the north,
cooling the air and bringing the vultures out to soar overhead.
A patch of blue opens in the dark sky,
and I long for heaven.
In the meantime, we long for rain.
