There used to be thunderstorms,

storms that flooded our halls,

washed away the dirt and dust.

There used to be blooms,

gorgeous blooms of fuchsia and lavender,

that fell so softly to your feet in the breeze.

Now there is heat.

Blistering and unrelenting,

Dry, unforgiving waves of it.

And the Sun sits higher than it usually does.

And today I noticed what a change in light does.

There used to be no time.

No time in the day to fix all the broken things.

But now there is.

Now there is enough time.

Enough time to fix everything and the kitchen sink.

Now there's time to think about the little things.

And imagine what a different summer would bring.