08.31.23

Last day of august, the all too familiar 31st. First cool day of the year, 74°. I'm hoping this clear air is permanent, and not just a cold front from Idalia. I walked out to the yard this morning, only to be met with the familiar sight of pale pine needles sticking out of the ground as if they were particularly placed there the night before. Some small part of me is unnerved by the sight. Like splinters in my palm, i clench my jaw and crinkle my eyes at the sight. I look out into the yard and swallow, making a mental note to always wear shoes when walking out to that back domain.

School was cancelled for today because of Idalia. But as i look out through the crevice between my curtains, i see bright blue. The weather in my state is known to be short-lived, underwhelming and unpredictable. For the past three days, 'Severe Weather Warning' has been plastered over my homescreen. For three days the days have been hot, the evenings are visited by 8 minute thunderstorms of heavy rain, and the nights stain the wood of my deck a dark, damp brown. 

I hesitate. My eyes flutter back and forth around my tabs. I try and think, think of something to write, and finally i am hit with the reminder that it is just morning. I have woken up two hours ago, of course i wouldn't have anything to write about. Id think it blasphemy to delve into my emotions again just for some extra paragraphs. I hope it cool enough to wear my sweater again soon.