Stretching

Stretching is always good. Spread those muscle fibres apart and let the blood flow in, oxygenate those cells. Breathe deep, fill up your belly like a decanter with red wine then pour from the bottom out.
I stand between two trees every morning and join them. I plant myself in the ground, two feet at first then only one foot is needed and I breathe in the wind and sway with my breath and reach up, look up, catch the sun dancing through the pin oak canopy, and exhale. The trees breathe in.
My upraised arms form a canopy above my head and I respire with the trees.



P.P.: NEW SUMMER HOTNESS = Gold Bond in yer undies!

OK GO

So now it's officially hot out. I don't usually complain about the heat, either. In fact I remember the exact moment that my ambient-temperature-tolerance flipped polarities. It was Tennessee mid-July that did it. One moment I was complaining about the moisture and heat bonding denim to my inner thigh, the next I was embracing it. Oh, it just couldn't get sticky and wet enough down there!
In Tennessee.
You know the point where something wears you down enough that your mind fools itself into thinking it a good thing? Think cigarette advertisements and teen-aged peers.
Well, the sun is almost that relentless. And all it really means is a great excuse to take your clothes off and jump into something wet.

So

People ask me all the time, "Joshua, how is it you have your life so together?" Well, let me tell you, oh missy! I just live it and love it all the time! and--woah, wow--here I am all grown up and on my own in my own little world spinnin' ever so fast.

So.

People say to me all they time, "Oh hey, Josh, how have you been?" and, I say, I'll tell you: I should have been born a scythe, and laid bare all the world as a field of wild grasses.

So!