Already summer is slipping away, and I find myself looking out my window at work, which is filled with gray clouds and dark shadows and wetness. I'm not ready for Fall yet, but it's coming regardless, and I'm hoping for a nice long Indian Summer. But for now this view will laugh at me. I'm reminded of that William Carlos Williams poem:
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
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