Summer

Summer smears its hot constitution over every available landscape, Nothing resists its searing imprint: trees, dreams, polished gems, lakes, the ravine in the south, a passing comet. And the deepest impression overtakes day and night, making the bright light and the dark light both release revelations that will inform the very notion of seasons. It's early, my anxious friends. The stage is still empty, and the best actors are still learning their lines by heart. Fame means little to them. They simply want to inhabit summer with rest of us, stretching to their full height in the blaze of noon, plunging into the cool abandon of evening air. Remember! Moonlight is as fair and transparent as sunlight... Do not tremble. Keep body and soul receptive to the gentlest breeze. Smile more frequently Make room in the medicine cabinet for the Elixir of Summer; divide the potion according people's needs. Use morning light as your beacon of success. Nestle into the dim glow of what is left of moonlight. Say a prayer or two so that the sun will rise tomorrow just as the prayers of the madonna with black tresses released today's sun, which now fades into its eternity.