A heaped spoonful of soft brown sugar, crumbling into my coffee.
The sky was blue. Now it is uniform white like a school shirt, crisp and fresh. The clouds writhe. Summer has evaporated in the heat, spinning us back to April in confusion.
Pour in the milk, watch the white billowing up through murky brown.
You are my breath condensing in the night air. A cool breeze in the oppressive heat. You are the tingle in my spine when I'm falling asleep.

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