It’s the middle of the afternoon, and I sit in my backyard waiting for my mind to settle and take in everything around me. That’s always my favorite part: waiting for the world to explode in details that I normally don’t take the time to notice. After pausing for a minute or two, I begin to notice the small birds in the lilac bushes—there has to be at least fifteen of them—to the tiniest ants crawling around my feet. There’s still some warmth left in you, October, and how I cling to your sun’s rays when the breeze picks up. I am not yet ready for the bitterness of winter that seems to drag on until the end of spring semester, but I suppose no one is. Though I’ll take this bright sunny day for what it’s worth and remember it fondly, when my teeth are chattering as snowflakes twirl from the sky.
Give us one more good day?
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