cjonthehudson
Ask It To Rain A New Name For Everything
Where I live, we’re beginning to mark the slow descent of summer — endless afternoons, golden light that hangs on a touch too long, leaves that curl just a bit in the heat.
The poets tell us to soak in every moment, to sip that sweetness as long as we can; to truly live. But what do they know?
For now, I’ve savored enough bonfires and butterflies and rippling waters. I’m ready to watch my garden wither in the frost. Soon I’ll feel the sun on my face and the cold wind all around, and my leaves will begin to fall, one by one. I’ll feel right at home there, where it’s complicated, in between.
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