BehindBlueEyes
thinking about things on June afternoon
If you asked, if you said “What you doing?” she’d say, “Nothing.” She’d say it quietly, easily. Nothing.
Summer is the season for doing nothing, and she does it well. The long unstructured afternoon stretches out before her, elastic and full of promise, full of lies, half-invitation, half-burden. It’s summer and summer makes demands—but it doesn’t always hold you to them. She’s painted her toenails; you can’t call that nothing, but you can’t call it something. Still, sometimes that’s enough to satisfy summer.
So for now she’s just sitting idle, slump-shouldered and patient, on a small bower bench. Summer has slid its arm around her waist, and she’s not quite sure about its intentions. She turns slightly away, her face like a bored Botticelli, a study in indecision. She’ll let summer know when she’s ready to do something.
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