Monday evening, while waiting for the bus home,
I looked up at the bank building across the street
to see it splotched with the orange glow
from the setting sun. Just a week or so ago,
the sun would have been bathing the white stone
of the building. But now, it seems as though
fall, if not exactly slamming shut the door to summer,
has left the door ajar to allow the cool breezes
to infiltrate, and to only let a patch of the
sun to sneak through.
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