Weather wise it isn’t horrible outside. It is cooler here and I was able to sit outdoors with a glass of wine after dinner. The was no breeze just the quiet sound of birds calling. I imagined their tweets to be something like, “Thank God it’s not that hot.”

That hot is like a heavy cloak on my chest.

Labor Day in the north signaled the end of summer and back to school. If the weather turned warm again it was referred to as Indian Summer.

I long for those cool temperatures. The careful selection of back-to-school clothes. The smell of a leather school bag. The gradual enfolding of colors; green to gold, to yellow, then bright orange and burnt red. And waiting for the first snow fall.

* * * just saying

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