To you, the autumn sun keeps tapping the backs of the gulls. Perhaps they haven't left because the wind hasn't called them yet.
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Beyond
At the end of the market alley, trumpet flowers droop toward the ground over the iron gate. Every spot where a petal has fallen looks like a dab of red paint.
Breeze
The autumn sunlight reached the cat leaning against the windowsill. For that moment, it was okay that no one called.
Alight
As I sat on a bench along the seaside promenade, a seagull landed on the railing beside me and stayed for a long while.
At the end of the market alley, trumpet flowers droop toward the ground over the iron gate. Every spot where a petal has fallen looks like a dab of red paint.
The autumn sunlight reached the cat leaning against the windowsill. For that moment, it was okay that no one called.
As I sat on a bench along the seaside promenade, a seagull landed on the railing beside me and stayed for a long while.