staring at nothing, thinking about everything

Every July I lie on my back and stare up in the late afternoon and look up at this familiar sight

I think I have been doing this for years

Maybe decades

It is the vibrant blue sky and green leaves of summer ( nature and its paintbrush)

It is a staring time and a thinking time

I don’t do this at any other time of the year except summer

or sometimes into a fireplace in the winter

You lie and stare perfectly quietly

and you think of nothing and everything

and the time passes in a completely different way

my family is not broken