I Saw You in the Garden.

Funeral homes over stuffed with flowers
Mysterious scratch marks
cumbersome secrets.

Oh! The revivifying caress of twilight's breeze traipsing through the garden carrying with it the scent of mid to late summer blooming flowers. And it is almost late summer, the air is filled with the cumbersome humidity that informs us that we are truly in it. I will take no more time discussing the weather with the note except to state that at least the heavy vapor filled air seems to captures each flowers essence and intimately wrap one it. I saw you in the garden, I saw everything. You can trust that my lips and my heart would not dare run amok with words or with actions that would trespass against our friendship. However, If I saw you, as I did, there may have been others. It is a very large estate, and many people do get lethargic in the heat. Since it is difficult to exhaust ones self with sport, many will instead exercise their wicked tongues for amusement. I haven't heard anything, but do be careful next time.

- Your Friend