Made of Moonlight…

The summer solstice nears.
The longest day stretches across the sky,
like a yawning cat in a sunlit window,
warm and sleepy.

Our summer sisters are thriving: sunglasses, messy bun, torn jean shorts.

This is their time.

But some of us are made of moonlight.
Our soul dances with the north wind as night fills the world.

Celebrate your summer besties.
Dance with them in the sun.

And when the days grow shorter…

Take their hand, and say,
“Come. Let me show you the season where I bloom.”