Darkness

You know the easy season is over when you have to get up before the sun. At this end of August the wind pulls at the leaves, the lindens turn yellow, the nights are cold. That is the price for a clear and star filled sky. A memory to prolong the summer:

The days are full and lazy
days of slow happiness
hold back - don’t rush
sit still concentrate on
the passage of air
the passage of time
savour the secconds
of present
of presence