Perfect Peach
Well, the laundry is done. As is my web-fiddling for the night. The holiday went by too swiftly (the Summer has been doing that as well). Tonight, as I drove home from Amy’s, I followed pools of white cast by the streetlights, passed through the distinctive scents of unseen barbecues and then, at the top of the hill, paused before the perfect peach sunset.
Hello September…