Peachy-keen, Nadine.

This is summer. I like being raw on Facebook. I also like sharing the beauty of life, cause we all need more of that. Tonight though, I keep it for my blog, for my heart, for my fingers. First is roasted chicken and vegetables on the deck. Lime in our ice water under a tired blue sky, hot hot hot. Then later, as sweat drips down my face from simply sitting in my room (with windows open) a storm erupts. Oh, joyous day! I watch it on the porch with my mama and our friend who is eleven. The temperature drops twenty-three degrees. The sun sets into glorious lightening that lights up the sky into day. Our friend’s dad comes to pick her up and we smash four sets of arms and legs onto an already soaked blanket. I cut up two almost ripe peaches and we eat them while the wind sprays cool water in our faces.

And then they leave and I sing HOLY SPIRIT RAIN DOWN and hold out my empty peach bowl for filling with the rain. Beauty. Delicious. Peachy.