Indian Summer

It must be June! A balmy 70 degrees this afternoon. The sky is preening with vivid shades of clear blue. I shed my coat and sweater and make up a reason to take a short walk.

Despite the naked trees it is pleasant being outdoors. The grass is still a vibrant green if littered with rusty leaves. The sun warms my cheeks (though not my head since my plastic wig does not seem to absorb the warmth of the sun!). There are colorful mums planted here and there, splotches of bright yellows and deep purples. Birds sing everywhere in all keys and rhythms. I long to find a quiet bench and sit soaking up this last hurrah of warm weather before we truly are locked in winter's embrace.

But I cannot. I lallygagged as long as I could after my port draw, but alas! I have a planning meeting at the library and I must get going. Good bye, sweet Indian summer. Your stay is too fleeting, your joy so quickly withdrawn.