That moment when summer’s fever breaks
and a light breeze lifts the locks of hair that hang around your face
It’s a moment I forget about without fail, and I am ever surprised by
the gentle dark that washes over the sky
as I’m driving home from the grocery store after work
I had the comforting thought earlier that this haze of smoke
constitutes a cocoon I am swaddled in-
not a detriment but a halfway home for a metamorphosis.
I don’t know if this is just an upswing in mood
or if perhaps I am just gaining a peace, a sense of ease.
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