cold-front coming thursday.
these things never inch up on you like the tide will when
you're preoccupied.
in texas, weather changes hit you like a rogue wave.
you can walk in the front door out of the heat,
then straight out the back into sweater weather.
no lie.
goodbye, summer. we had our moments but it's time
we both moved on. i hope next time we meet you've
taken some deep breaths, mellowed and tempered yourself a bit.
i'll do the same.
kisses,
penny.
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