By the middle of August, I am so weary of the heat.
I prefer the curtains drawn.
Dreaming of autumn oranges, melancholy browns, bronzed reds, last chance yellows.
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Dreaming autumn, in the high noon of summer’s unrelenting glare.
Give me instead the odd light of an October afternoon, the brief, amber glow of a fall sunset.
The rain nobody wants.
The benediction of autumn.
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Return to me with your soaking rains. Bathe my blistered soul in your gentle fog.
Why does the end of summer feel like a new beginning? It’s an old friend unchanging, making everything new again.
Comfortably ancient, rising once more in the space between storms.
Light like lazy smoke curling in thin air.
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The world turning and tucking its face beneath a wing.
When this is all there is,
and at last, it is enough.
Enough.