September


September slid into the Florida landscape with a whisper – Isaac never reached my part of the State.  Everything is still green with golden highlights; there is a hissing that comes from the edges of the lake on days that are still hotter than most.  The cicadas communicate in loud laughter and rhyme and I still have not been able to fully decode their messages.  The lush swamp near where I live is glazed in brilliant light through the end of the day and the  only noticeable changes, the only way one can tell that winter might be considering a visit, are the pine needles that have begun to fall on the rooftops and the plump bellied squirrels that scurry around the yard, knowing that there are secrets everywhere……

 

 

 

 

 

Namaste’

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