End Of A Season

Walking around a crisp November afternoon,

sunlight beating down upon the valley.

The hair on my arms stand at attention;

goosebumps envelope my body.

Snow clouds forming above the mountains,

winter is beginning to make it’s presence clear;

I begin shivering, and rush inside to escape the cold,

reaching a conclusion that t-shirt season is no longer here.


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