quiet days full of bustling winds

The trees are still showing off. Each day they grow brighter and each morning I expect empty tree branches.

The wind whips between our building and the next, thrashing the trees against the walls of both and setting a rhythm for our evenings. Raindrops on the windows are gone by ten in the morning, blown off and coaxed to the ground.

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