It's a prolonged heat wave in Southern California, the temperature day after day surpassing 100 degrees with no relief in sight in the inland valleys. The only reprieve is to barricade indoors and over consume the use of the air condition. The cold air is a necessity not a luxury for survival and I try not to hyper focus what the future electric bill may look like. I step outside to throw the trash out and there is a rare cool ocean breeze this evening coming from the mountains. I refuse to waste this treat from nature.
I turn off the air condition and open all the windows in the house. I grab my laptop and steno pad and head outdoors, this evening I am going to work outside under the covered patio of lights. I settle at the table and I see sun burnt patches of lawn from the excessive heat. I enjoy smooth jazz and a glass of chardonnay. I am distracted by the landscape the plants and trees that need additional moisture, and then the breeze blows again and I remember why I am outside. I put the landscape behind me and the laptop in front of me so and I start to type and the words flow simple and short....
Warm summer nights
and the feelings just right
soft gentle breeze in the air
and I don't have a care
and if I had only one wish
it would be more nights like this.