oh fall dear fall, where art thou?

the mornings here have been grey and foggy. skies like dark oceans reflecting down their somber light on the tops of our lives. these mornings make me long for fall and grow weary of summer. i wish to be walking in the evening somewhere back east. vermont. massassachussetts. somewhere that fall feels honest and convicted to its soul. but summer will linger here. the fog will burn and the hot sun will break from its forest and slither along the earth.

Posted by jeff at August 19, 2003 08:53 AM

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