Oh, an early wake up. Good morning July, last day. I give thanks and praise to July, for this spectacular month of exquisite days. Goodbye July. Charlie and I ran to the dock through the morning meadow full of lace. My daughter met me there, and we swam around the island together. I walked and ran home quite happy to be alive and looking forward to two writing sessions today with writers I very much enjoy working with, and it was a busy day. And after, going at my poem revision - needing it for tonight. I apply all the suggestions from my workshop yesterday, and I find a solution I need, and the poem is ready enough. I have a swim, in the late afternoon, more of a talk than a swim, and I’m glad for that, a special connection on the beach. Then it’s time for the outdoor concert my friend has planned overlooking the pond with the band Son Mass. My daughter says this morning how excited she is. We have an event to attend; like the colonial days, when we would be excited to be attending the ball we’d waited months for. My friend has planned this even so carefully, in this pandemic time, and we will be outdoors wearing masks, separated in our pods. Such an exceptional, exquisite night of dancing as the sun sets to exceptional music. I read my poem about Farm Pond too. And after, it’s almost dark. My husband and daughters and I slip down the stone steps to the dock, and my daughter and I swim in what feels like the sky, under the almost full moon, to the island and back.