Summer days and wilting plants

It was one of those perfect summer days. The room so warm, I awoke with sheets kicked aside, a film of sweat already covering my skin. Though the windows were open, the morning air was thick and still. Not a wisp of a breeze to be had. In the distance, my neighbor's lawnmower was already hard at work.

After a cool shower and some coffee I slipped into the thinnest sundress in my closet and headed out for a morning walk with Lola, camera in hand. Despite the early hour, the weight of the day's heat bore down on us, and before long, our stride slowed to a crawl and we eagerly rested in the shade of a nearby tree. This potted plant, desperately in need of water, would've crawled into the shade with us, if it could.


"You are the sky. Everything else is just the weather." ~ Pema Chödrön