Breathing out, Breathing in

Out of nowhere the weather turns. From pouring rain to scorching hot. I get to sit in the shade playing with pebbles and irrigation lines.Very happy-making as Scott Westerfeld in his Uglies series would have it. At night I wake up at 1 in the heat and stumble outside carrying my yogamat and blankets. Lying down, the sky is filled with stars and a coyote barks in the distance. The morning turns the lake into my shower and in the evening I sing and sing and sing. Breathing out, Breathing in.