Humming

Some days the best thing to do is to make hummingbird soup and wait for the guests to arrive.

Today, for example, with that bluest sky, cloudless all day, just a slight breeze, sometimes kicking up a bit, but lovely all day, sweetness like you pictured summer to be like when you’re on your deathbed and remembering that summer spent sitting at the end of the dock swinging your feet and thinking about diving in, the thinking about it being the feeling you’ll remember, the anticipation of the cold, the weightlessness, candy in the cupboard waiting for you, promising.