It was sweetened by the cotton candy brushes that glazed her stratosphere. Wet kisses of light navy, baby lavender, soft denim, and infant elephant greys.
Was last night the last night of summer? Tall dark shadows flirting with golden girls on the lush waves of green. Drunken syrup and milky gold. Bubbly. Dripping. Warm – thick like honey – leaving fingerprints like drops of dew on blades of translucent cellulose.
Nature’s warm breath hushing goodbyes to the trees’ natural chimes.
Tomorrow, there will be snow, they say.