A prelude to autumn.
I dine alone on my yoga mat against the wall, cradling my bowl, and stare out at the smoldering sky as it turns another page of time. The living room is dark, but for the glow of porchlights from the balcony kitty corner our apartment and the sun’s final word on the day. My eyes are mesmerized by sky, a tangerine flame bursting in a sea of smoke. A five-minute display of light and rapid fade to gray.
All is dark, awash in stillness. Near the window, the outline of handlebars and bicycle frame stare back at me inside the apartment.
And summer nights slip away with the sun.
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It's been awhile, but I'm joining up with Just Write today over at Heather's place.