Monday, September 5, 2016

6.

Last day of summer. The air still warm, still full of sounds, a million creatures in the midst of their swan song, do they know their days are coming to an end? If they did, would they do anything differently? 

The kids along the beach pay no attention to the turning leaves, to the lifeguards packing up docks and cleaning out. School starts tomorrow. Everything changes perpetually. 

The bittersweet stings floor you every time. 

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