late summer

listening to cicadas, enjoying the late afternoon on the porch, eating the last of the cherry tomatoes straight off the plant, pulling on a cardigan after the sun goes down, turning off the attic fan because it's just a little too cool, but leaving the windows open nonetheless, daydreaming about tights and soup, waiting for the mayor of fall to usher in the change. late summer i will miss you, but i will savor every day you give me.