we put the air conditioning on in our house for the first time this year.
it is starting to fill the house with the smell of summer.
sometimes i wish i could find my rosemary hill,
sit there and look at the deserted lakes,
and i’d sing.
and every once in a while,
i’d sing a song for you
that would rise above the mountains and the stars and the sea
and if i wanted it to
it would lead you back to me.