This is the last week of reasonable daylight hours.
Reminiscent of a certain time and place, for everyone, different all across the board. Leaf lined roads winding through palace strewn neighborhoods. Wandering. So distinct yet fragile…beginning to slip away. Replaced by new familiarity, new memory, new taste. These decades are forever chasing. Nothing compares. Here at least. There is a mystery, perhaps light years removed. The old neighborhoods are too vast to revisit. Bouncing from one to the next, patching together ghost towns and the spirits who made them what they were. Its always the fall. Happens every time.
Eventually here will be then.
Never feels like it should. Sinking in the haze on a grey wooded path. For the time being, I still remember.