Ah, the sounds of Summer. I awoke to the rattling of a jackhammer this morning. It is a most ungodly sound at any time of the day, but particularly at 7:00 a.m. when my dreams aren't yet complete and my body still aches from the previous day's activities. Sometimes, I want to run screaming from the city. I want to flee to trees and water and nights so dark and still that even the stars seem to whisper.
It is only the beginning of June and I already find myself longing for the quiet of Winter. Sigh.