Gloss
Moisture, suspended in the air like a curtain. A wet sheen over everything. Slippery green in the daylight, obsidian gloss at night. All around (and through the hours) the sounds of water.
Even now…
Some of the trees are already shifting towards Autumn: green giving way. The breezes caress with a lighter touch; goosebumps and shivers are no longer rumors. And all that water, dripping and drizzling from the sky, cooling things further…
I wore a light jacket tonight, soft and gray. Carried a bright red umbrella. Now though? Just typing…and yawning. Wondering how we got so far into September already.
With days and nights this glossy, perhaps we slid.
September 14th, 2006 at 4:26 PM
i like this. you’re so cute.
~a.
September 15th, 2006 at 12:23 AM
Ah, you are too kind, my dear — but thanks!