In My Rearview Mirror

Driving east at sunset.

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Tides recede.

Mist retreats.

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Windows rolled down.

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Inhale freshly hayed fields, cool crispy cucumber wafting, pungent peas and corn harvest wafting on the breeze.

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Fills my soul.

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Dusk graces the islands, the water, the sky.

Palest to richest to deepest then lightest hues of blue.

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Summer tries to hold on in a struggle with autumn — like twisting, twirling, crispy gold and red and orange maple leaves losing their grip.

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Melting creamcicle sunset drips over golden gilded islands into the glassy bay.

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In my rearview mirror.

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©Belindabotzong2017

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