July, let your warmth thaw whatever is left of our winters. Let our windows break themselves open to inhale the sea. Let afternoon naps, and outdoor showers, and books we can't put down, make us forget about mondays. about schedules. About heaviness. Let our dinners be late, and long, and filled with belly laughter. Let sea shells be our telephones. Let this long light never end.
Emory Hall, "Prayers for July"

















