with the summer finally making its descent the rain continues to push its full gloom upon the day. the sun should be spread out gloriously for us by now considering how far we’ve traveled into the calendar. it feels more like autumn today and the kiss of winter still relentlessly mocks our approach to the full bloom of the suns magnificence. there is beauty and replenishment in lieu of the weeping sky, and the whaling clouds give birth to emeralds opening with limitless vibrance. sometimes, the rain is soothing as the cadence of every droplet echoes around us, and when it stops the birds are singing the motif to each other from tree to tree. will the sun win the battle in the sky today?can it be strong enough to swim through the fog that separates us from the burns beneath the skin? my eyes covet the burning sin of over exposure, to indulge in the chemical relief of the suns glorious fire as we stare into each others eyes. waiting for the curtains to open for the sun i let my mind breathe in solitude and space as the announcements from the birds begin to awaken in the clearing afternoon.
one last breath. make it last.