Betrayed on a Sunday

A fluke, the crisp autumn air a magnifying glass filter for a stubborn sun, the result, burned shoulders for me and a reddened nose and cheeks for you. Will you suffer the sensitive paleness later in life, too, boiling bright red at the mere mention of sunlight?

Had it not been for the cool Saturday of fuzzy clouds, a slight drizzle, and the end of summer convincing the seasons along, it may have been easier to accept the surprise return to August temperatures in October with thoughts of fall quickly descending with winter on its heels.



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