The kind where the air
just hangs.
It's confirmation to me
that I have a
Southern soul.
I envsion lie oaks
with moss dripping from the branches.
Still, heavy air
that wraps you up
like a blanket.
It makes me want to stay up
all night
and sit on the back porch.
There is a hush
over the world on those nights.
It speaks to me of quiet.
Stillness.
It somehow speaks more to me
of the past
than the present.
I think of our summer nights
at the racetrack in the States.
No need ever for a sweater.
That is my favourite kind of
summer night.
One that I wish
would last so much longer.
Nights like that are a gift.
Few and far between
some years.
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