You get into the cab, with the dust filled air.. the heat's drained away all the moisture from the soil, winds of dry dust swept every where. I wear sun shades, god knows what else is flying in the air. I've heard horror stories of glass flying into people's eyes. And then I also imagine insect eggs and the sort flying in the wind with the dust cloud. That's just me imagining things though.
And then I get home, wash off all the dust in a quick shower. Wash my hands profusely with tons and tons of the dettol liquid handwash.. I don't know why, but I love washing my hands with it. I think I wash my hands more because I love it. Eat.
Run out into the garden, look at my plants. The fern's budding, and I have an amazingly beautiful peach coloured rose plant. But what I can't miss out on, is the fact that summer's here and the soil is more alive. I can see ants of about three different sizes foraging for food, beetles and flies buzzing in the air.
And then it hit me.
Love= lips, heart and pussy.
And I thought, well, isn't that nice.
BTW: Using pussy as a word isn't derogatory, if I've got one.