Like a Summer Sky

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Although it was cold outside, the sun was beating down through the windows of my car.

For a moment, I looked at the sky and could imagine that it was summer.

Cut-offs and Carefree

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It is a summer weekend in the fall.

Temperatures have soared and time has paused for a moment. Sandals and sunscreen make a brief reappearance. Socks and shoes, jackets and hats are happily left behind.

Although the leaves tumble from the trees, I am in cut-offs and bare feet.

It is impossible not to feel carefree.

The Sun on my Shoulders

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This summer has been short.

There have been days when it has felt more like fall, and days when the rain seemed it would never stop. But this afternoon, the sun is warming my shoulders in my backyard.

I want to take this feeling with me into fall, to warm me on crisp mornings. I want to take it with me into winter, a memory of summer on my back when the snow whitens the earth. I’d like to wrap this summer sun into a package to open when the days are short and the air is icy and its heat seems too far away.

So I soak in this late summer sun, and I make this moment count.