Autumn had finally brought summer’s thrashing massacre to a halt. To appreciate longer flickering nights of cooler winds. As if two warriors had finally come to one agreement. The sky would round itself closer to us.
Our bodies recuperating from the previous feat. Bronzing our skins with a radiated glow. Looking at daylight, permeated a well-being beyond death or the desire of it. She imagined a life just as rich as the rivers had souls and lungs breathing out convocation with cadence and song.
Krissy Mosley 2016