Summer tingles on our tongues, waving goodbye along with the tides. The pressure of the last sunset melts when the colors blend vibrantly one last time-- purple pink yellow orange all into deep, deep blue and black of night. Just like that, things will end. The days in the pool over, the sun not shining as brightly anymore. Nature seems to know the rhythm of our world.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! Summer’s not over just yet for me, but there’s barely a taste left (about one week!), so this was fitting. Even though I’m writing this in advance, on the day this goes up it will be my birthday the next day, so there’s room for one more celebration. π Please feel free to share feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke