Every morning prediction is lower
in temperature.
And then it socks in with
humidity and leftover
vestiges of
summer past.
The weather
is cooling
but the dampness
holds on
to my lungs
and my spirit.
I am dying for fall.
Dying for crisp
air
and boots.
Is that so unusual
when it is almost October?
Many areas of the world are cooling
and crisping
nicely.
But the South is stubborn.
In the past
the occupants would
be coming back from Northern climes
to be here for coolness.
But it just is not coming this year.
I am becoming less and less patient.
I am becoming more and more demanding
of what I need to survive
another summer here.
Or just leave for cooler
altogether
and call this studio quits.
I mean
there are lots of choices
and my paints
cry for me everywhere.
Croatia
is cooler
and calling out.
Pula is glorious now.
Gotta go
soon
and get me some real fall weather.
