Just ahead. Around the bend. September leftovers give up the spirit one night, as quick as one crisp, frosty overnight, and in a breath, a collective surrender to the inevitable passage of time. Jackets, blankets, and cozy nights. Green gives way to seasoned leaves and the October transition bends to its given destination.
The air’s not still, but it’s slow motion. Like colors in a dream. The sun’s still warm, and flowers still bloom, and a season’s worth of foliage sways overhead, in a hazy lingering-summer’s lazy way.
Daylight fades, and gray roadways quiet, but for a distant chatter. Window lights…rectangles of gold…make ready for the night, and evening shadows trim the pavement.
The transition.
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