Can’t you just picture a movie where the main character gazes at the far-off horizon–watching the gathering clouds–and mutters, “There’s a storm coming”? And then you, the viewer, roll your eyes. Maybe you even shift in your seat and sigh. Because, oh boy, he means it both literally *and* figuratively, and wow, what deep meaning! […]
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Come August, the crickets and cicadas weave a blanket of sweet chirrups over every day. To me, it’s a song of coming harvest, autumn, and eventually winter death. To them, they’re just trying to get laid. And who could blame them? In a few short weeks they have to mature and propagate the species. Never
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“I Breathe Black and Bleed Orange” It’s not autumn yet. Only for me, it is. For me, even the slight cooling of the air is enough to evoke a fall feeling. I go back to work, back to teaching, on August 22nd. What this means is I have to start getting ready now. I have
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