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End of Summer (James Ludeau III- Lafayette, LA)

End of summer 
Watching clouds explode in the sky 
Vapor
The light no longer white hot
But golden as I bask in it
I feel the glistening sweat run off of my body
And like the dreams of summer
Evaporating
I realize in this moment that I'm content
That life is a masterpiece
That nothing, even the searing heat of summer is indestructible
Everything is forced to change
Shapes shift
Seasons change
We give way to what's next
There is a beauty to time
A comfort in knowing it will not cease
We are all given a fixed number of moments to live
I close my eyes
I feel a dry, warm breeze graze my skin
The humidity has retreated
Fall beckons
Green will transition to browns and reds and oranges
And I should live my life like the leaves
Let my self be carried by the wind
To change
It's exciting knowing that nights will soon be cooler
Crisp
The smells of autumn
The crunching of leaves beneath my feet
And by the time we grow tired of the cold
Summer will return
Ripe with opportunities to create memories
I close my eyes in thanks
I feel the seasons inside of myself
I am open to change
I am changing

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