Only true fans of ‘The Golden Girls’ will get that reference, but those who get it, get it good.
The mood of the week, and the summer thus far, is magenta.
I happen to like magenta, but I’m suspending that preference for the purpose of this post.
The featured photo is of one of the many rainstorms we’ve had this week. Such a tumultuous stretch of variable weather, all the while Mercury remains in retrograde, wreaking all sorts of havoc. I’m in the office two days this week, which makes laying low difficult, but I’ll do my best. It’s vital not to cause a commotion when this time of planetary trickery is upon us, and it’s set to last until mid-July.
Moods in my house, like the weather, are variable as well. Best not to ruffle those feathers right now, best to lay low there too. And I’m speaking as much for me as for anyone. Susceptibility to the whims of magenta is high. Mercury rides backward from outward appearances. Summer revels in her mystery.
The storms swirl around the sand that lies exposed in the bottom of our empty pool.
Steps are being made. Steps are being taken.
Summer steps, that may one day catch the lapping of crystalline water, sparkling in the summer sun, rippling beneath the chlorinated clarity of the past and future, each as hazy and lovely as the present.
A present that is presently magenta.
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