The river shimmers in late September heat.
In wistful September, we seek quiet coves.
In the stillness of early September, summer fades to autumn.
Sizzling sunset over the river.
The river gives respite from August’s heat.
Color burst on a narrow lane.
Puttering and pottering, soil under my nails, tucking plants into pots.
A white farm house along the road tugs at my heart.
We still love to browse used books outside a shop.
A surprise flashes among fields as we speed along the interstate.
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