The Earth Had That After-Lovers Glow


I sat by the window and watched as the world uncloaked, shedding the dark and revealing the bright, beautiful day to come. The nature of suburbia seemed to moan at the very notion of July.
The phone rang a few times before Tristan answered the phone. He'd been zoned out in front of the TV, playing his guitar and drinking a beer.
"What did I interrupt," I asked.
"Nothing. Thinking about life."
"Don't think too hard this early."
Outside, a slight morning breeze blew by and the earth gasped for breath.
"What are you doing," he asked in return.
I was watching as July pushed itself upon the world. At first she winced, then relaxed at it's touch and the scene outside my window became clearer to the tired, naked eye.
"Thinking about myself," I answered finally.
I couldn't tell if I was getting delirious or if daylight was actually coming. July was such a tease.
"Obviously not very successfully, since it resulted in you calling me," Tristan shot back.
The sparrows and finches were going crazy, obviously greatly joyed at witnessing how July pleasured the earth. By now the sky was what Crayola calls "Periwinkle". It was the world, grasping at the hem of her nightshirt as the sensation of July filled her. I glanced at my clock, but I knew the digital display was telling lies, and I didn't know how far off it was.
"Tristan, what time is it?"

By the time he pulled up, nature had thrown her head back and was soaking in the unmistakable ecstasy of July. Then the sun came out and a contented morning mist settled like smoke rings in a warm room. The earth had that after-lovers glow. I thought about pulling on some jeans and maybe a bra, but decided against it, mostly out of laziness. I picked up my jeans and threw them over my shoulder on the way out.
"Morning," I said while dropping into Tristan's Mustang and tossing the jeans into the back seat.
"Morning." He was a man of few words.
Before long we were on the main drag. It was mostly empty, with the exception of a couple in an RV and the graveyard shift heading home. Nature nuzzled her head into a pillow once again as the sun settled behind a cloud.
"Kid, you gotta relax," Tristan advised for the zillionth time. "You gotta learn to roll with it."
I knew he was right, so I nodded and fidgeted appropriately. I don't know why, but it was of the utmost import to him that I learn one valuable lesson.
"Fuck it, kid. Fuck it."