Grey sky.
Undertones of change.
Already we need candles for dinner on the porch. The long dark tunnel of winter is coming,
The constricting cling of layered clothing, The struggle to see the road at night,
The icy world locking us indoors.
I search for spots of blue among the clouds, Longing for one more day of soft summer breezes Kissing my face, my arms, my legs
As my free limbs swing along the sun-dappled path of Summer.