TASTING THE BREEZE

  We hang there, just tasting the breeze,

  the subtle flavor of change and something

  strangely sweet. The weight of summer clings

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  to our skin, dulls the daily. Hold your palm out,

  just to feel the shift. It’s nothing to fear—

  just the breeze, pulling you away from

  the cool walls of the things you think

  you fear.