I tried, oh so hard, to memorize summer, all two months of it.
Late sunsets, dinner on the patio, t-shirts and windows open to the night.
Rain and dark sky have returned, quickly soaking and glooming the day.
The world and weather have gotten mean, rain pounds as a brute.
Fall, autumn, whatever its called, its but a ramp to winter.
With that I say adieu, I'm returning to my private self, inside, out of the rain.
August 29, 2013