Aug. 31st, 2005
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Aug. 31st, 2005 02:37 pmThe gentle melancholy of inevitable fading is upon me. It's warm and sunny out, but fall has announced it's imminent arrival. I can smell, feel it on the wind. It makes me already miss the summer that is not yet gone, like I've put it off, thinking I'll enjoy it later, when I should have been savoring every moment I could. I love the changing seasons, it's true, but I love the sun and warm summer nights, the sound of the frogs and cicadas, the afternoon rain, much, much more. The days are getting shorter, and I know it's just a matter of time until I stifle a mournful cry daily at the retreat of the sun before the six o'clock news. The wind is my solace in winter, but I prefer its company when I can feel it's touch on exposed skin without pain.