The month ends, you miss it already. Try to retain the forward motion, go through your closet, willing to burn it all. Summer races across the plains, you know how it goes, how sunshine extinguishes like a match, but you are just at the beginning now and everything tastes delicious.
In 43 years you have not learned how to make the most of every moment, you have tried forever to savor the summer days as they pass but you reach every fall with a twinge of regret.
Perhaps that is the life lesson. Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch ephemera.
It doesn't mean you shouldn't drink as much sunshine as you can,
while you're trying.
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