SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Start of summer/

Writing  today nostalgically. Only going to share one paragraph…

"I can sit on my front stoop and listen to them chop weeds up the block. I can still hear children playing in the street, even though it's fainter then the joy of youth. Summer days come every year and leave disappointment with the death that is fall. We know winter is coming and we have to prepare, but we don't want to. Always, Spring is our hindsight, have Summer in our hearts. Fall is bittersweet. But, Winter, that's the one season I could do without."