For the past few days, the morning light was so clever, so witty. It stole the outline of the afternoon and greeted me in slanted rays and bronzed shapes. The morning must have had its fun during the night time, confusing the planets – aggravating the stars, who had no time for the unexpected lights carousing beneath them.
With all this mischief going on, by the time I was ready for work and walking outside, the weary morning was already considering sleep. A premature afternoon was being kicked awake – and was resentfully sharing its colors of opal and honey with me.
It will soon be autumn. And despite the confusion of the season, I still can’t wait for the lights and colors it has jealously been hiding all year.