Just as the heat releases and the air gets still, the dark starts to settle in. I really resist it. It makes me feel unsettled and a bit cheated when I first notice it gets quite dark by 7, then 6, now 5. I wonder how I will ever find energy to live through the winter or even through the night. And then it dawns on me, light a candle. Find a way. Let your eyes adjust to the dark.
I won't visit you this month. You won't call. I will raid your garden and you won't get any of the vegetables. I will make plans without telling you about them. We'll go to the store and not buy you one single thing. Whole books will be read and I will not tell you which ones. I will watch movies and not inform you. The nasturiums will ripen. Last month was different. I changed my schedule and took time off work to be with you. I dropped all kinds of plans for us to be together. You sent me messages, I received them. I picked up food that I thought you would like at the store and sent you pictures of every beautiful thing I saw. I sang with you. We watched the Great Canadian Baking Show. You chose the recipe for the garlic scape pesto and gave me instructions for making the gooseberry jam. I am in August without you. You are in July.
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