yesterday's rain cleaned the air of summer dust and grime, leaving a feeling of crispness. the heaviness is lifting.
the sun pushed through the white filter that dimmed its shine for so many days. the light is bright and pure.
the cicadas have hushed their late afternoon screeching to a soft whisper. sprinklers still whir and sputter, their song punctuated by the lumbering sound of the school bus letting off after-school program students.
a few leaves have turned and fallen. I think I smell smoke from a distant fireplace (most likely an olfactory hallucination, since it is still august).
oh autumn, how I love you. you are my favorite. thank you for this momentary preview.
