This summer has been the opposite of the imaginings of a school kid on break. From the start it rampaged out in several directions. I decide (a little late), it would be a good idea to have a handhold, a place to wedge in so I don't get lost. Hunkering down to consider where to wedge, I come up empty.
"Is there a sturdy structure that exists?"
I'm a spiritual person. Surprisingly so. The depth of it lays hidden beneath my questions, the sort I've been known to toss at the sky.
"So where the heck are YOU?"
"HELLO! I could use a hand or a two-by-four or a chocolate milkshake!"
Considering wedges, I ask another question.
"Do you believe in me as I believe in You?"
I get a sunset kiss for an answer.
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