A personal commentary again.
Observations made poetry again.
Ah, the clothes we wear, a subject of some discussion if you are a woman.
Life is for color, all of it, everywhere. (I could make a thing about how that includes skin color…)
My thoughts and feelings, including some admiration on the subject distilled into a short poem.
I visited a small local museum and among their collection of old clothes I found a corset/undergarment that had once belonged to a great great grandmother and her mother in turn. Very inspirational.
Though it is not entirely summer themed, it is at least summer influenced.