The weather outside was the perfect amount of sunshine on my face and wind through my hair.
It reminded me that, even though we're still in the thick of it, the days of summer were dwindling.
It put a picture in my mind of white transparent drapery flowing into the room as though threatening to escape the curtain rod. It reminded me of ghosts. It reminded me of ghosts not yet passed. It reminded me of you.
Of how we used to walk on days like these. Through nature. Through traffic. Through whatever else was attached to our oblivion.
It reminded me that soon the weather would turn cold. The leaves would turn brown. That nothings lasts. Just like us.
