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Up to the mountains last night.
I took a late evening creek walk in shallow water
with trout and crayfish darting out of my path.
Small creatures were busy everywhere.
A plump brown mouse with bright black eyes
scurried from the woodpile and stopped at my feet.
Later, bats dove after fireflies as they rose from the field.
Grilled turkey dogs, sweet corn and potato salad for dinner.
Very much a summer meal.
Back home and counting the mosquito bites on ankles, knees and shoulders.
Those on the back of my knees are the worst!
Why do they always swell up and itch more in the evening?
A tepid oatmeal bath should help.
Mosquito bites and the first low rattle of Cicadas...it must be July.
