The Way You Look, July

July is the best month of the year. Summer is in full-swing. The long, wonderfully hot days are filled with laughter in the pool:



Lazy afternoons in the hammock, looking up at the sky:



Picnics of fresh fruit (usually sweet, juicy watermelon):



Floating around, without a worry in the world:



And, of course, July 4th, in all it's flag-filled glory:



The days of July are what I mourn in the Fall, long for in the Winter, and eagerly anticipate in the Spring. This is when I am my happiest. I can only try to bottle it as best I can and hope it lasts the rest of the year until July returns.

Some day, when I'm awfully low,
When the world is cold,
I will feel a glow just thinking of you...