Close That Oven Door

There is an oven door open somewhere, maybe more than one oven left open it seems. I am baking like a greasy cookie and feel my joints melting, melting!  I cannot seem to find air light enough to fill my lungs.  My bare feet dance dangerously across the pavement of the the driveway and rush to the shadows of the green at the edge of my woods.

I fall to my knees and wipe salty and acidic moisture away that is clouding my eyes.  Now that I have been brought to my knees I do see the world from a new angle.  I crawl gasping into the shade and find the most magical moss.  Have you ever looked closely at moss?  Do you know how absolutely cool and soft and forgiving moss is?  Like that perfect mother we never had.  Do you realize it is actually the valuable bedroom rug of the earth mother and she will let you lie on it for almost ever?  

My bare knees are resting on a lime green cushion of this most gentle moss as I capture beauties from a closer, lower angle, and later as I rise, my bare feet are also finding the experience orgasmic.

Look what is here leaning back into the shade.

I think its skin is pealing/peeling from the heat.  Ever see a mushroom with sunburn?

And here in the photo below someone has left their home behind.  Maybe the neighborhood got too hot?

I move closer to the St. John's Wort blossoms and find it is sending off fireworks.  Maybe that is the reason for the high temperatures? 

I look across the way and decide I may not struggle home until after the sun has set.  Ah, here is a soft pink pillow to rest my sweaty and heavy head.

Wake me when summer is over.....zzzzz.