August Endings

The crisp air whispers to the summer sun:

“Is it time yet for my return?”

The strong sun replies:

“I feel it is near as my burning glory days are just about done.”

“Then I shall start my dance in the evenings, ever so gently,” replies the cool calm breeze, “nudging you along, but please don’t feel compelled to leave so soon. I enjoy our August dance. You shine warm and bright and I gleefully waltz into the evenings, until we are in full embrace throughout the day as well. Don’t we make the perfect pair?”

The bright golden sphere woefully muttered:

“However brief our dance is every year, I cherish the moments that we spend together. But, like all great things…”

“NO!”

The cool wind beseeched the sun instantaneously intensifying, “Say not one more word I pray, just take my hand and we will be as one—unison in our fun—for I shall never be this warm until we meet soon-soon my dearly beloved sun.”