Where is the autumn?

The August heat is upon us, covering us with sweat, a dewy sweat that doesn’t cleanse us. Tensions rise and I want to hide. Your past has caught up with you, a change in you I thought I could avoid. Where is the autumn and it’s refreshing, crisp reconciliation?

Leaves falling on us

A cool breeze, cleansing air


*prompt 6

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