A Morning Where the Season Lingers
The morning air outside the window has thickened before I noticed. I pause a moment at the sound of the season walking in. At which season's temperature did this morning arrive for you?
Only you can see your answer
The morning air outside the window has thickened before I noticed. I pause a moment at the sound of the season walking in. At which season's temperature did this morning arrive for you?
Only you can see your answer
Stepping outside, a still-cool wind brushes my cheek. A morning that makes me wish I'd brought a jacket.