Deep Summer

Blue skies, a seagull crosses by.
I walked to the Marina and back this morning. Sunburnt air and the sea green as the trees, and even just after 9:00pm, the bathers gather, lying on stones and deckchairs, and the sun is hot and bright and doused with deep summer.
I meant to remember the dreams I had last night but I forgot.
August 4th.
I can remember no other season but summer - each breath tastes of dusts and attics and school holidays, and the metal taste of the roads in the heat seem empty and waiting for something. Angles in the air, corners of alleyways.
Everyone sleeps with their windows open at night.
I forgot to close mine and there was a storm, and the rain and thunder woke me.