Another bus stop reflection,

The summer has used up all of its soft breeze and scorching days. Now it seems the leaves have all paused in their waving. They are breathlessly awaiting their dazzling finale.

These are the dog days of summer. The days which squeeze your heart and make you wonder how you ever live in other seasons. The days when you feel stretched and loose. Colors seem brighter against the dusty background of houses. Flowers everywhere are singing their final choruses in a well practiced harmony.

Everything you do is deliberate: you slip, you lay, you chop, you hum. Even your bones have long forgotten the chill of winter.

"Pause," you think as you stare at the clouds, ever-changing, in the sky. "Pause."