Sunday, August 22, 2010

A Hint of Fall

Tonight hints of Autumn - grey rain,wet streets,damp breeze and the untraceable scent of yearning. The first of the leaves have turned, needles are dropping, I hear a distant train right now. Summer seems to have gone in a day. This has always been the most dangerous time for me, the time I'm most alive. Memories pierce through from a time when I was most pure, more alive, more concentrated, more myself ...and young.

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