Summer Bones

❡ I  WISH YOU A LETTER FROM AN OLD FRIEND WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT. WORDS THAT WARM YOU LIKE SMALL STICKS OF KINDLING THAT CATCH AND SMOKE AND SMELL OF ANCIENT SANDALWOOD FORESTS UNDER THE LIGHT OF A LOW-SLUNG MOON. I  WISH YOU THE FEEL OF GOLDEN WARMTH ON YOUR BACK LEANING AGAINST THE ROCKS THAT HAVE SOAKED UP ALL THE SUN ALL DAY FILLING THEIR VEINS WITH LIGHT AND HUMMING THEIR MINERALS INTO YOUR BONES. I  WISH YOU THE KNOWING OF WHEN TO LOOK UP TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE WIDE WINGSPAN OF A LOW SWOOPING OWL  AS IT TURNS 90 DEGREES ON ITS SIDE TO FLY BETWEEN THE TREES IN THE FOREST AS YOU WALK HOME ALONE ONE NIGHT, LISTENING FOR YOUR SONG. SSSHHHH. THIS IS IT. SUMMER BONES.