At the end of August, the breathing is easy. I look out of the window: it's sunny, but all I see is my hands unrolling my favorite scarf or better, knitting a new one. What still seems like summer is cool to the touch, and I can't help but notice red leaves dancing yet very occasionally here and there down to the ground. I pour my never changing cup of coffee and take a deep breath.
Thank you, summer. And bye.
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