Went on a little walkabout yesterday evening. Just Miya dog and me. I could here the noises from houses quieting a bit, as dinners were being made and children played for a few moments longer. Our neighborhood is vibrant and colorful. I enjoyed these un-rushed moments, just lingering with the sun as it was preparing to set low behind the green mountain near my house. Watching the colors change, steeping the light with dreaminess. I could feel the ease of summer gently shifting, as school has begun and the rush of life is in full force. She is slipping through our hands. But on my walkabout, I found remnants of her: a bright red passion flower brazenly popping out from the other flowers, a hand painted sign on a dusty patched up wall against the setting sun, a sign for warm fresh donuts for a lazy morning.
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