summer day

Motes of dust shimmer golden in the sunlight, reflected from the depths of a thoughtful eye.I lean upon the porch railing watching summer drift by.
The first cool breeze of autumn rustles through my hair, tickles my sun-warmed shoulders. Chin in hands, elbows angled on the weathered wood,I fall blithly into the picture painted around me. A perfect Summer Day.
Two boys race by on bicycles that flash and whirr. Their cheeks bunch happily into smiles as they pass an old man walking slowly down the sidewalk. He wears a battered polo shirt and wrinkled shorts. Knobby knees are on proud display. A tiny terrier keeps pace, obvious master of the pair. It keeps watchful eye on a little girl that would approach if only she could find the courage. Her eyes shine with desire. Chubby fingers reach longingly for the wirey fur. A quick glance shows Mom is looking away. Now is the Moment! She toddles forward dertermined to have the pooch before he can get away. Alas, the movement catches Mother's eye, and the tot is whisked away. A purr of thunder rumbles distantly. The old man pauses, as does the retreating matriarch. All three of us turn our gaze westward. Mounds of darkness mirror the mountaintops below. They shift, and stretch upwards to form towers in the sky. We are all momentarily frozen watching the majestic scene, and then the rain begins to fall. Mother presses daughter's head to her shoulder and runs for her door. The old man, and the terrier wear similar expressions, noses wrinkled in dismay. Sheltered on my porch, a brief smile touches my lips. I decide to stay.