Well. There’s a Thought.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Is Autumn the agonizing

 Death of Summer?

I’m sort of hoping

that

it

IS.

I hate the Summer.

I hate the smell of tanning flesh, the sounds of overplayed songs sung to off key, the taste of warm water in my glass where the ice cubes are losing the fight for their lives.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I belong to the Fall.

To the winter.

To

the

Dead Of  Night.