Chilly morning shortening daylight — but you realize you’re still standing on the endless country road of July with the nectar-fattened bees hanging lazy in the wildflowers the air smelling dry and yellow and summer ambling by like a horse on its way to nowhere — days without punctuation or signage feeding the illusion time is not passing merely drawing and subsiding like the tide. — Michelle Barker, First Published in The Centrifugal Eye
