Separation Panic in August

be gone, be gone
don't flaunt your best
before you hit the road
don't try to dazzle me
season my sorrow
I know you're on your way
no matter what I say
don't tease
be gone, be gone
.
pigment's no trade
for pitch-dark nights
partial days





Digital Photo by Sue
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poetry watercolor

Perseids, ISS and ice cream

Midmorning approached as we converged on the family campsite from several different locations - by several different conveyances.

Before the sky colored from dusk to indigo, an ice cream maker emerged from a large box and a multitude of coolers were soon depleted of their largesse - milk, cream, flavorings, ice, ice and more ice as well as a container of rock salt.

The night ceiling was scratched with star sketched lines. Several filmy clouds parted to reveal the International Space Station, with newly-docked Endeavor, crossing the distant stage.

While overhead magic, far from city lights, exhibited the great August show, we consumed freshly churned ice cream atop fruit cobbler!

I could live my entire life in August!




Sue's pen and ink sketch layered in Paint.net

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