Sun-thick & Lolling

Strange how summer happens so fast. The air is gray and sharp one day, sun-thick and lolling the next. The flowers are each events. They're drops of food-coloring, twisting knots in the crevices between cool rocks. Throughout the seasons the temperature doesn't actually change. In the wintertime there are blankets and warmers and overheated restaurants. In the summer its shaved ice and bare feet, skirts and lying in the shade. Sometimes I slip into an apartment building's swimming pool late at night to swim. I submerge myself quietly in its corners. Nobody ever notices.