In the afternoon for summer solstice sunset I tend the gardens. The air is cool, the crickets sing. I’m pulling weeds in the maize when the rains come. Sunset tangerine hues outline a bursting grey rain cloud that slowly passes above. I’m getting drenched in big drops while I continue to uproot the strays.

Deep satisfaction fills me as I make my rounds from tree to plant. The squall passes and twilight falls as I clear debris and harvest purple eggplant in the last remaining light on the longest day of the year.

In the quiet of the trees and flowers I acknowledge that I am moving in my dream made real. I am living my heart’s desire.

The sink still leaks but I’ve got a handle on it.

I wrote a new song today, the first one in two years.