We have hit the dog days of summer.
The world takes on a haze.
We long for a crispness in the air that we will not feel for months yet.
We see the light of autumn in the distance, but it is not ours yet.
We feel dried up into little husks.
Let us remember that our rivers run deep.
Let us find a bench where we can be together.
Let us see where these summer steps lead us.
feeling the feelings…
1 year ago