September Twenty First, a General fanfic

The night was thick like honey, sweet on my tongue and cool. Cooler than September should be. The fog was rolling, catlike and soft, kissing the edges of my path. It wrapped around the buildings like a blanket, a cloudy protection from the chill.

The wind caressed my skin through my clothes, a colder lover. It played gently with my skirts, dragging the reluctant cloth out in front of my legs. A sigh escaped my lips, puffing in the air. Cooler than September should be.

Lamplight floods the sidewalks with liquid copper. The night is filled with shouts and laugher, voices far warmer than the air. The concrete feels solid and stable under my flip-flops. The world is calm, the night thick like honey, and far cooler than September should be.

Prose poem. I was walking at night alone in the middle of September through the streets of Farmville, taking pictures for my photo class. I was wearing this really long skirt that I love very much, and it was really windy, and this poem came to me. I had to run all the way back to my dorm to write it down, and I ended up blowing out a flip-flop.

Mina

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