Thursday, September 15, 2011

Enshrouded

It's always a shock when the summer ends; it gives fair warning, but one day it's bright and hot, then the air chills next morning. Guess I expect it to be more gradual, for no good reason. Then there's the specter of rain falling, visible under the street lights, and its sound a soft backdrop before sleep arrives. Only a couple sessions of the nearby farmers' market left, and the young ones head off on journeys; they've got the urge for going and all that. Wonder if an end of seasons grief is inbuilt. Time to really hit the practice card.

2 Comments:

Blogger robin andrea said...

I was just thinking how much I look forward to fall. Here it is a respite from the heat. The cool evenings are perfect sleeping weather. Windows wide open and a chill in the morning air. My heart breaks when winter comes.

8:14 AM  
Blogger isabelita said...

Fall's a swell season. It just seems to fly by so quickly.

10:43 PM  

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