Scattered embers of a gentle evening fire are slowly dimming my vision.
The moon seems diffused by an unsparing rally of the clouds.

The prolonged arrival of dawn is demoralising.
And when the night arrives, it’s moonless and imperishable.
I recall the intensity of the sun as it shone through the lingering spaces between the curtains; a vague indication of a human presence.

I’m jolted awaken from a deep slumber —hazy and perplexed, only to realise that the transient summer is long gone.


PS. the disorientation in my sentences perfectly complies with my thought process. 


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