Some music to whip us into shape here this mid-day Friday in California’s Central Valley — hot as shit outside right now with deep, clear sunshine coupled with a 90-degree temp on the way to a reported high of 105 coming later in the afternoon.

First writing in a couple of months — maybe I’ll explain in a later post.

Meanwhile, some hot, greasy summer songs.

First, an original from 55 years ago:

And from time reversing itself:

Plus heart-stricken love lost:

End ship:

A twist from school at the end of summer:

A composite of beach daze:

Summer’s dashed and now paddling out on the waves:

And Miss Emily Dickinson with “Further in Summer than the Birds”
to close out this seasonal serenade:

Further in Summer than the Birds –
Pathetic from the Grass –
A minor Nation celebrates
It’s unobtrusive Mass.

No Ordinance be seen –
So gradual the Grace
A gentle Custom it becomes –
Enlarging Loneliness –

Antiquest felt at Noon –
When August burning low
Arise this spectral Canticle
Repose to typify –

Remit as yet no Grace –
No furrow on the Glow,
But a Druidic Difference
Enhances Nature now –

Fall awaits!

Heat in more waves than just sunshine, or not, yet once again here we are …

(Illustration out front: ‘A Break in Reality,’ by Xetobyte, found here.