ebb and flow

its strange isn't it?

how things come and go.
this tide.
this ebb and flow.
this rise. this fall.

for the past five days, the sun has been excruciating. shining with a warmth that is no longer pleasant, warm, or inviting. but instead. pushing past soft cottons to delicate skin. burning. this source so necessary for life begins to assault life itself. contradiction on the greatest scale.

and then.                   
i slept in. and woke up this morning to a most unusual thing. to the rushing coolness of this summer breeze. the ironic turn of the hot land colliding with lake air and rushing in and down the streets of this sleepy summer town. 

and thats it. right there. the burning, scorching, hungry heat comes. but. so does this cool, rushing wind. 

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