In September

           Flying, flying, and I am watching, somewhere in the heat of an endless summer that keeps trying to hold us. Gliding, gliding, riding fire's winds, those of an August summer heat overstaying it's welcome in this September month. Watching still as wonder enters the scene of daily living, as Heaven offers serenity in a brief moment.

            Here I pause, take joy in the blessing of dragonflies colorful and bold, flying on a hot summer's work day; a summer still there, in September.

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