Yawn

Severe oversleeping devoured about three hours of the afternoon. The shadows are thus farther on than I want them to be. Bluejay squawks and warm air will last a couple more hours, and then night again. I suddenly recall that we are less than two weeks from the equinox. This is no time of year for oversleeping. This is the time of year I forgive summer its past excesses and settle in to enjoy its final days. Coasting downhill now, slight evening breeze reminds me of the rush of cooling air to come.


( Sunday Verse )