echoes ricochet in the distance,
thick air holds wavelengths at bay,
termocline climb,
you tune in,
a muffled song,
orange Oso berries ripen purple
drooping as Robins attempt to devour,
the slow lurch toward summer,
a thrumb, an exhale.
Tartness mellows, sweet swelling.
Savor the next few days as you may have the ones prior,
on Saturday morning we enter the whitewater rapids leading into the solstice, a more turbulent time as shown by my last few years of tracking bounds.
Get ready to come back down to Earth.
The respite is almost over.
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See you again on June 7 in the wee hours Pacific time.