Earth's Crammed With Heaven

My beloved Tom and I work at a summer camp. Here is a post about what my life is like during these busy months. Summer is this: Sun It bakes the cloth diapers lining the fence making them hard, white. They smell like heat. I have one pair of sunglasses. I keep them handy on the kitchen counter. My baby rides in her stroller with the sun-shade up. And her hat on. And sunscreen on her face. It is the only way. We squint down the white caliche roads of camp. The dust of the road splatters on the trees and bushes. They become white ghosts of their springtime selves. The camp boat drivers' faces turn red and then golden brown. Their faces get darker and their hair gets lighter. It is nine o'clock p.m. and light outside. Humidity It is taking a nap in the afternoon with your eye makeup on and when you wake up, your vision is foggy. There is a fire somewhere; only there's no pungent camp fire smell, and the smoke is wet. My straight hair just got straighter. Const...