Indian Summer

by Simon

Everybody is loving this weather. I should be, I love the sunshine. But I just find myself feeling sad, a peculiar kind of melancholy.

Its like the last days of a holiday romance, that bittersweet feeling of loss after the magic of making a connection. And yes, look, even the trees know its over. Flashes of gold and red and brown amidst the green.

And the last of the day’s sunlight looks cold, or at least distant. ” Lets not say goodbye, Ill just go. Oh please dont look sad, you always knew it wouldnt last.”

You just know how its going to end. You’re going to wake up soon, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not the next day. And you’re going to know its time to put on a coat.

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