Oh August

Inside the park

You can’t have any of the seasons without the other seasons. All seasons exist within each season.

Ali Smith, The Paris Review, Art of Fiction interview

While I was thinking about the lost month of August where so much happened that I couldn’t read or write much (not complaining just stating a fact), September has whizzed by. I can see beautiful October flowers in the gully, and fall is in the air. I like Autumn because of the pause it offers before the chill of the winter sets in for good. The clear blue skies and twinkling nights means winter is irrevocably on its way. I could cry but I won’t because I respect unassailable facts. It’s already sock on weather as far as I’m concerned thanks to the unseasonal rain with a bit of the cyclone thrown in. I have trouble believing how fast (and yet excruciatingly slowly) 2021 has gone by. One can only hope that 2022 is better even though there’s no evidence backing it up. A girl can dream, right?

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Outside the park

Pictures never come out the way we expect them to, do they? I took this one after looking at the leaves wistfully many times because I couldn’t figure out the angle to exclude the tangled wires (the streets are far from pedestrian friendly forget being photographer friendly) though I love what they add to the photo. I love walking around my neighborhood but just sometimes I’d like to keep my illusions, and believe I am someplace else, far away from home.