I Wish You Were Here

a summer postcard from Maplehurst

I wish you were here,

because the heatwave was smothered by sheets of rain on Thursday night. Now the windows are open again, and all I hear is birdsong.

A fog sits heavy on the green trees in the distance. There is a tent in the backyard, though I am not sure if anyone stayed there all night or if they snuck back into their own soft beds when the dew-poi…