The water is cool, going down. Long deep swallows. The feel is sky blue -- like the tall air of this Wednesday. Surges in sunlight are slow waves, breaking over the landscape. The coffee has me jittery.
But the day is bright and smooth.
Into August, already, the calendar-point seeming mythological. How can Summer have drifted this far along?
Still.
The cool beauty of it. The hours: opened out, in shades of Robin's egg and sunlit green. Yesterday, the sky glowed a gold-tinted peach and pink at sunset. A few nights earlier, the crescent moon was a high-contrast ghost, set against indigo. The sun shows and hides during daytime.
But Summer, it is.
Even further in, and along.
And I am smiling at it.
Autumn has always been my favorite season. I was born in September. Maybe that's why.
This summer has been too hot for my liking -- it hit 100+ often. I'm really looking forward to spending Fall in Canada, where I will take walks and enjoy the falling leaves.
Fey
Hi Fey!
I enjoy Autumn as well -- all the seasons have sweet points for me, I guess (though I am a Winter baby).
It is almost perfectly vivid and beautiful here now, even in the evening...
I hope the move is going well!
--- John