And suddenly - it's August.
The light is changing.
I can see it...feel it...almost hear it in the quiet dawn.
I wondered how I might capture it? Preserve it? Share it?
It's there. At the end of this river. I'm not ready.
It seems - this season has only just begun.
Time happens and passes much too quickly.
I'm wishing to slow the river's flow.
And I know - there's always this.