Warm and WET

                              It's a million degrees outside, the Air thick and heavy ~~~ I was shocked .   I mean it this way :   it wasn't just damp, it was Wet---Warm and WET .  Oh my ... .

            Each morning I get outdoors to look around and figure-out what I'm-gonna do, depending on how my body feels .   It shouldn't be that way, I remember clearly when 'it' wasn't---those days are gone ..... .

            You can see it, rite ?   Some days aren't mornings but mournings*, the itinerate Sadness that even a GOOD night's sleep can't neutralize .   Other days, morning's are Revelations of Sheer and Utter Beauty, the perfumed Sweetness of Mother Earth's Natural Fragrance ~~~~~~ .