Summer Saturdays

Summer Saturdays are luxurious, time most generous, the brilliance and belligerent light of day eventually soothing into evening romance, gleaning from us more than even imagined from a single, given day.

How sad, nostalgia forms after only a few hours.

The abundance of “presence” eventually falls into the rhythm of human scope, which is time. and time slips, escapes, passes by and the next turn,….no longer the presence once intimately charged to know, but a betrayed heart grasping to the former lover.

 

 

 

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