Summer's Apples and Hands

Summer days
are like apples
you have many different varieties
and colors
maybe a whole week might be a granny smith week
or a red delicious week
two or three days dedicated to gala
or maybe each day is something different.
more days
drift hazily by
than you think
before you blink
they're floating away
like the fluffy white  clouds on a windy day
and you're left
wishing they still remained
confused about why last summer seemed longer
you could wake up and feel exhausted
the heat stealing your hard earned energy
or you could rise with a tank full enough to drive you anywhere you'd dream
the beach
the mountains
the parties
the open road
a hotel
a cabin
a rest stop
any direction the day flows
you might as well flow along with it
because you will only have this river for a short amount of time

The nights of summer
are different though
nights are always short
and these seem longer
the light of sun seems to hold on
as tightly as it can to the cool night air
until it slips away
and all you can see is the stars
warming yourself by the campfire
an imprint of the day left on your cheeks
or shoulders
you smell of sunscreen and bug spray
but it's a good smell
will the night be cool?
enough for a sleeping bag to wrap you up and protect you?
or will the darkness stick to your skin and make your breathing heavy?
Summer nights are not apples
they are like hands holding you until morning comes
covering the sky with diamonds
and allowing you to see them
then telling you to look no longer as they pull the sleepy sun from it's hiding place on the horizon

A Necessary Expression

               It's already been said that writing, creating, and imagining are extremely useful ways to release stress and anxiety that needed to be hidden or kept inside in other circumstances. People design art because it's something they want to do. They savor the way it makes them feel and display the way it end up turning out. Maybe they don't share their accomplishment with the public eye but in a way a finished piece is shared with a part of the self that didn't partake in the creation. Writers re-read their stories with a different mindset than they do when they were writing it. It is almost as if a persona is adopted to analyze the work objectively, or to be able to enjoy it with the same abilities as a stranger.
                These skills are developed because one so frequently produces material. Why? Because again creating is an extremely useful way to relieve stress. Things bombard the common person everyday, making them think to make their way out of risky situations. It's hard. It's strenuous. Working is hard work. All people can say they share that opinion one way or another, but it's difficult to forget the stress with all this sharing. Sometimes to relax alone time is needed. Occasionally this mixture of stress and alone time can spark creativity. And this creativity can also relax a person. It's almost as if when imagining up some other story entirely, their own is forgotten. They are taken to a completely different world.
                    Traveling is a goal many people put on their list of things to do before they no longer can on this earth. And in a sense, when one paints a picture or writes a story they accomplish that goal to a small extent. They are no longer artists, or authors, but a piece of the the puzzle that they designed themselves. That is why people create. It allows them an outlet that comes with a special freedom of discovery. People create because it gives them the power to explore their own minds as if they were exploring the world.