aurevoir été

The metallic skies are back. A palette of grey shrouding the north shore mountains and silver shards of light off the water. I can feel it in the air. Our summer (what summer?) is gone. Just like that, from one day to the next. Headed down south, across the Pacific to Polynesia or down the spine of North America to that dry desert in Chihuahua, Mexico... Welcome back cool breeze of the N.W. Coast. I missed your drizzle. Enough with the Bermuda shorts and Havaianas flip flops. Give me my leather jacket and scarves, my late afternoons of darkness and reflected traffic lights on wet pavement.