Suddenly, steamy Summer slides into memory

as the detritus of Idlias drifts off into the Atlantic.

From 98 degrees we dropped to 72

so I could doze easy in a cooled EZ Breeze rocker,

the fan spinning, and breathe easy,

sans tight lungs, gunky coughs and a clogged nose from a bout with Covid two weeks back.

It doesn’t take much to remind me of the quirky transience of life.

Just Covid, a mighty Category 3, eight inches of rain, Blue Moon flooding high tides

pine needles and broken branches scattered on my lawn

which Manuel and his Mexicans, with muscle, mower and sweat magic

will clear away to seem as though

all is always well and life as I know its goodness will continue forever,

until Natures next reminder… that it won’t.