Mountain summer, still blazing true, and never ending. The days are as beautiful as they are full of life, yet still blue as a pair of eyes. It gets harder as the hours wear on, to not forget it all and wheel to the west, confident the oasis is abroad. Sometimes things are easier to pretend when they’re not in fact staring you in the eye, so much for so little. But the summer wears on and the heat will find it easier to blind than to steer, and steering clear is far from here. No words are left for a mountain summer, still so blue.