Laying starch naked tummy down and feet resting on my porch...
Added 2021-06-28 05:20:14 +0000 UTCLaying starch naked tummy down and feet resting on my porch. The warm maybe even hot air caressing my skin. I can feel the knitted blanket holding me up and separating me from the plastic carpet. Listening I can hear cars roll by close up and far off. I can hear the hun and buzz or the electric panel near by. This place is so new and yet as always extremely familiar. I haven't met any of my neighbors yet other then complementing a gurl car color. Many people don't seem to linger outside. I went for a walk and found that there isn't much here but I like it. The trees are different only in the way they sway and dance in the wind. When the sprinklers accidentally trunk on while your out and about it's not fr azing water but more like bath water. As I lay here ... Baked as can be. I can hear my neighbors come and go. Light talk on the air. Short little nothing's.
