All Will Be Forsooth
The Melancholy End of Summer
There’s a melancholy in the air, an ongoing sounding off of crickets and grasshoppers to mark the final days of summer. A consistent breeze blows puffy clouds across the sky and provides a reprieve from the humidity and heat as it brushes across my skin. Sycamore leaves blow in the wind, sprinkling the more-brown-t…
