Adventure, Life, Photograph

What does “HOT” smell like?

It’s summer time and daytime temperatures are soaring, so let’s talk about the heat. Not in the usual way of how it makes us feel, whether we like it or not but how does it smell?

What does “HOT” smell like? #WickedQuestions #JustWondering #UseYourNose

For me growing up in Southwestern Idaho and in the country these are a few things that when I smell them I know it is “HOT“!

  • Hay bales stacked up over your head
  • Old worn leather of bridles, saddles and boots
  • Dry dusty earth where little clouds of dust poof from every step you take

What about you, what does “HOT” smell like?

Animals, Art, Photograph, Poetry

A Duck on a Hot Asphalt Lake

A Duck_Hot Asphalt LakeI see a duck on a hot asphalt lake

His story moves in the shimmering heat

As summertime visions dance in my head

Songlines hum up from the pavement at my feet

The poor little duck lifts his scorched webbed toes

He’s lost in a world he never thought he’d meet

Looking for a way out he sees only endless horizon

So tired he wishes to rest but dares not take a seat

The searing glow from the cement burns to the skin

Wondering why he ventured feeling the defeat

Something remembered comes and moves upon his back

Outstretched his wings extend and against the air begin to beat

Oh my, oh my, there is escape and into the sky he climbs

Thankful for wings in blessed flight he finds relief

~Mark Schutter ©2014

(I took the above picture a while back while walking during my lunch hour.  I came across this duck alone walking across a vacant parking lot.  Seemed strange and he seemed lost, so I quickly snapped a picture with my phone.  With the temperatures here in the Pacific Northwest being unseasonably hot for only mid July, everyone is thinking and talking about the heat.  The phrase ‘A Duck on a Hot Asphalt Lake’ came to me, a play on ‘A Cat on a Hot Tin Roof‘.  I found the picture on my phone edited using PicMonkey and then quickly wrote this little poem.  Tongue in cheek and whimsical, but we are all looking for some relief from the heat.  Hope you enjoy!  Have a good one!  Thanks, ~M)

Adventure, Art, God, Photograph, Poetry, Writing

The Summer Solstice

the summer solstice disturbs my soul
raining sunshine from dawn to dusk
even hidden behind the cloak of clouds
his great light continues to shine
the clouds may hide his brutal glow
beyond the sky he patiently waits
for only a crack will then reveal
his glory shattering the rain and gray
yearning for his heat that burns
a searing of the memories past
upon the wind are now remembered
for nowhere else do the dreams lie
skin becomes torched and dry
days drag on into lazy nights
the stifling of the stagnant air
relief only in the moments before morn
rising high he oversees his realm
glaring down with a fired intensity
stumbling forward we find the way
to a spot deeply hidden in shade
the days grow shorter now moving on
wishing for the cooler times
careful that the wishes come true
fall and winter are coming fast
enjoy the moments accept the flame
times will come wishing for sun
he reigns supreme over us all
love the summer before its gone
 ~M ©2013

The FWF prompt this week is the Summer Solstice, the image above  and the following quote;

Then followed that beautiful season…Summer.  Filled the air with dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Free writing is what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just writing! Please check out Kellie Elmore’s official site for more information. Post your submission with a comment and link to your blog on Kellie’s blog, post on twitter with the hashtag #FWF, Facebook; join the fun!

Adventure, Writing

Ice Cream Melts

The sun’s rays still beat down hot as the afternoon slowly faded to evening.  A breeze blew off the water as we stepped outside on the sidewalk, leaving behind the coolness of the air-conditioned store.  The light and heat were startling after the dark cool of the little shop.  Tightly clenched in each of our hands were beige colored cones filled with hard ice cream, the old-fashioned way.  No frozen yogurt for us, no sir!

The sweetness of the chocolate slid coolly down my throat as I licked the delicious frozen treat.  The street was quiet and you could hear the crashing of the waves on the distant shore the other side of the jetty.  All life’s troubles and cares seemed to fade away with each and every lick of ice cream.  I stood simply enjoying the moment a seeming perfect end to a great day at the beach.

I brought the cone to my mouth for another sumptuous taste as the ice cream was quickly beginning to melt under the hot sun.  A small drop splashed on my thumb and I jerked a little.  Tilting my hand to lick it off, the softening mound of velvety chocolate ice cream slowly rolled off the cone splashing onto my wrist before rolling down the inside of my forearm leaving behind a stream of light brown.

I watched in horror as this misshapen ball of ice cream now tittered on the edge.  I froze everything happening in super slow motion as it hung there for a second as if suspended by an invisible string before gravity took hold.  Still in slow motion I watched as it fell through the air until colliding with the unforgiving concrete of the sidewalk and splatting in all directions.

Standing silently still I watched as the ice cream slowly began to melt into an ever-widening chocolate pool.  I continued to stand and stare with wide eyes as my family had begun to walk away down the sidewalk.  I could neither shout nor cry as I was lost in this moment when all that was important in my young life had seemingly and so easily slipped away from me.

It was then that I heard the gulls and their mocking cries.  Laughing at my loss and anticipating their possible good fortune once I had moved on.  I raised my head and finally taking a step to walk away I heard the music coming from inside the ice cream shop.  It stopped me as I heard the lyrics being sung over the sound of the gulls, “Oh yea, they say life goes on’ long after the thrill of living is gone.”  As I walked away I thought to myself ‘I don’t get it.’

The above was written for Free Write Friday from the lyrical prompt  “Oh yea, they say ‘life goes on’ long after the thrill of living is gone”, using what is called stream of consciousness writing, no editing, no proofing just writing! Please check out Kellie Elmore’s official site or click on the Free Write Friday Image for more information. 

Post your submission with a comment and link to your blog on Kellie’s blog, post on twitter with the hashtag #FWF, Facebook and join the fun!