August light covers my garden like a sheet of yellow cellophane. It then fades in fleeting moments, only to return again, in a game of peek-a-boo between sky and earth. And then, perhaps bored by the game, the light goes away as quickly as it came. An impermanent light that returns the next day.
Emanuel Melo torontonian azorean writer 
Beautiful!
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You so well captured the fleeting light, Emanuel!
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