It throws me off balance every year, the new faded morning light announcing winter.
Goodbye bright light and glorious dazzle.
Goodbye sweltering air that makes you want to flee to the shadows.
Watery sun like a consolation prize.
How does it make you feel .... when sharp edges become blurred outlines?
The end of another summer
.... what have I done since May?
Post inspired by Night Train to Lisbon by Pascal Mercier.