Late Night Air

Finally weightless walking down
a side street two streets over from my own,
in the thick of a late night on the day of rest.
The weather it is turningcooler slightly more each day
and the sticky sweet sickly sweat of the summer is subsiding,
in the air and in my heart.
Both are clear and light,
whimiscal and a only tiny bit tense
reflecting on the seasonal change that has already started.
From sand to snowflakes,
in a matter of mere moments.
I'm smiling to myself in the dark,
in the air,
in this universe as I
dance my way home in amidst all
of this slow, natural change.

-Fiona