lightshift

The quality of the light around here is different, now.

On this cool Friday the air seems more clear, the sunlight a bit further slanted -- but illuminating things more vividly. Flowers still bloom, however. And green remains, everywhere.

Autumn is close, though. Pressing her hand against the screen of Summer; cool breezes and gilded leaves in her hair...

Right now: I can hear the fountain in the pond, someone running a lawnmower, distantly, and the whispering of the highway...always that.

I'm tired.