Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

I step out of my front door and glance to the right, captivated by a shock of blue water mere steps from my porch. A gentle breeze lifts the hair off my neck as the late summer sun caresses my cheek. It is early September, yet our favorite season shows no sign of fading. Humidity causes my thighs to stick to every chair I sit upon and slicks of sweat to linger after my runs far longer than it needs to. I welcome these fading touches and forget about my array of colored jeans; fall is simply paused around the corner for now. Nights out with all my friends, reuniting after months- and year, in some cases- send shocks of laughter and squeals of delight into the velvet black sky. Classroom desks are poised and ready for us to finally set into a routine. School has only just begun. To-do lists and stress can wait. Summer, play on. Routine will come soon enough. 

8 months ago
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