Sunday, September 22, 2024

Equinox

My first rejection notice in a while came in today, on the equinox. A cool breeze blows, not cold yet, but with a premonition of cold to come. Day and night greet each other in passing on their way down the year.

Summer takes off her crown of flowers, shakes down her hair, smiles to see it’s already starting to turn grey.

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