Sunday, September 30, 2012
100 Words: Shadows Fade
The shadows fade as I walk, the light kisses closest to the ground then strays. It's like a painting. Three hours from here, autumn is changing the town I know into a colorful utopia--a sight for these worn eyes. Here, the summer sun is still at its peak. We'll likely not see autumn at all--if we're lucky, we'll see winter.
"The winter is supposed to be brutal this year," she said. I'll believe her when I'm home and I can see a flurry or snow, or two. For now, I'm miserable under the unforgiving sun, until I look down again and see the way the shadows fade. They cross through me and fight my silhouette that dances behind me. It's the only bright spot of my day.
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