The hum of the fan wakes me

or so I first guess as I open my eyes but then

I see it the view

just beyond the cheap metal blinds and narrowing

my focus past the tired personality-

less walls the water

the trees swaying in an early quick breeze

the grass green from the 3am sprinkling

and the memory there perched just 

on the window sill

peeking in tempting

me to rejoice~

EncaustiCamp2017 begins.

in love.