Part 12

July, 2016

 

The sun falls behind the dunes before we

reach our camp. The dusk is heavy, full of

summer’s perfume – Foxglove and Yarrow and

Oxalis cloud our tired minds. The dusk

is heavy, full of dying light – an orange

haze collects on the horizon. I’ve seen

this before, smelt summer like this before.

Listened to the owls hunt like this before.

Felt the sand on my skin like this before.

This moment is unforgettable but

not new.

The daisy blooms and the bat flitters in

the half dark like he did ten years ago.

I know nothing changes. Nothing grows.

 

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