and a lustre in its sky
fall happens dire, like today: dour, and dismal and devoid of glow; and fall happens delectable, like then, and here: crisp, clear, caressed by a charismatic light.
on the grey days, i remember and anticipate the radiant ones. on the radiant ones,
i - recalling pewter skies and rain - bow to seasons' splendid diverseness, and feel
myself doubly blessed.
*larger here.
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08:20 PM
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