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From late August, 2006, Chicago

end of august... fading light from a pale sun, the sky looks different, the clouds hang lower. locusts chirp, calling to the other end-of-summer insects, ladybugs and bees swing aimlessly through the dried-up days... the pool is open, but you dont feel like swimming... the sun-dressed laziness of summer is forgotten and you do an inventory of last year's sweaters, anticipating pumpkins and cool air... the tan lines marking the borders of your bikini are barely distinguishable... you trade bronzer for blush when you can't pull off the "sun-kissed" look anymore...

endings... a season is over, butterflies die and there are last words, last looks... you'll be alright soon. your heart will turn gold with the trees.


This autumn, I won't see golden fields or feel a chill at night. That makes me a little bit sad. But hey--I can still pull off "sun-kissed" for several more months!