Mondays are just young Fridays

It can’t be contained,
cannot be controlled,
it rushes by too fast,
when all you want
is slow.
Summer moves
at the speed of life.
Suddenly you notice
the sun takes its time
rising in the morning,
or it doesn’t hang quite
as high as it used to.
Suddenly you feel you
need a sweater at night.
Summer always takes its
time doing what it does.
Take the time to notice.

08/26/2019                                                 j.g.l.

 

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