Summer is upon us.
It's been a mixed bag of weather. In the 90's for several days with 95% humidity. Sweltering, sweaty, can't breath kinda days. Then, over a matter of hours, a temperature drop of 30 degrees or more and torrential rains. Floods ensue, tornadoes blow past, life moves swiftly. There's nothing much to do, except hang on and pray.
Though amidst the chaos, life goes on. We venture out, survey the damage and celebrate the life that surrounds us with the coming of a new season. We meet with friends celebrating new life. We join the celebration and rejoice along with them. The energy is amazingly pure and joyfully absorbed. It seems way to long since we've felt this way, at least for me.
The smallest opportunities are taken advantage of. The clouds part, the sun shines, desperate souls smile. We mix, we mingle, we are social. Always knowing, in the back of our minds, that we will take this energy and imbue it with pain, producing pleasure, beyond what most might experience.
Clothes mostly lay by the wayside, the remaining lacy panties torn asunder. Whispers of "Master" echo throughout the night, as the juices flow. Background sounds of flesh connecting with flesh bounce off the walls and out into the night. Is it pain? Is it pleasure?
Who can really define the difference? The lines blur, it no longer seems difficult to cross into no man's land and fly freely through the ether. Shedding and surrendering the physical body, feeling only with the soul, free of conscience thought.
Life has become nothing but a nerve ending. One to be contended with, for sure. But, oh so joyfully met. Engaged and answered with just as much energy as has been served. We take our fill and give as good as we get. Life is good, if even for a moment.
The winds blow in again, shelter is sought. The cycle begins anew.
We smile through, knowing the sun will shine again. We know another moment will present itself soon enough, and if it doesn't? Well...we will make it so.