A view from here

       A cooling breeze as I work in a hot car. Hmm.
Indeed a day where ever the tree does not produce
enough shade.

       Softly I giggle to a moment of pure joy. Singing
whistle while I work tune. Indeed the sounds of
a cold shower entice me to work faster. Completing the
task at hand. Hmm.

       Just as I think that Jehovah presses more cooling
breeze against my drenched temples and hollow
of throat. Oh how softly I close my eyes to give
a warm thanksgiving to Jehovah. Hmm. Indeed he
was reading my mind.

       Opening my eyes once more I inhale the sweet
heavy scent of musky air and vinegar. Hmm. So
soothing I am. Gentle nudges for me to slow down.

       The slower I go the less my heart races. Yes I
heard the wind whispers. Sitting in my backseat
reclining as salty water slides between mountains.

      Hmm. Perhaps a note to retract yet the mind finds
nothing wrong in the description. Softly I giggle once
more thinking over how often I do actually sit in my
back seat. ~ rarely ~

       Still I feel odd and hope to finish this poem to
continue my chore. One by one the exhales form
sighs of relief. Holding down a moment to just erupt
into more singing.

      Indeed I mean no harm to anyone's ears. So
refrain I must until inside my apartment. So smile
with me as I am lounging where I should be cleaning.
Ah a typical procrastinator, perhaps.

     Still quirky. Funny to watch too. So enjoy all
that one can.

      Dear friend I hope you are well and are able to
get outside. Enjoying the warm sunlight, mixed with
the cooling breeze.

       Now smile for I am certain if you glance outside
your window, beauty awaits a viewing.