Monday, October 2, 2017

indian summer

Carpe Diem #1266 Koharu (Indian Summer)

That killing frost that wilts the blossoms, that nips the buds, that announces the promise of winter.  Yea, that happens in other places.  Neither often nor early nor frequently in subtropical climes.  When the weather forecasts calls for a cold front, most likely you can still wear your shorts.  It is a life from a different place that can be remembered.  The beauty of the leaves, the morning chill, apple orchards dotted in red.  Good times.

full moon
autumn's chill
a summer's dream

©  petra domina

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