One More Day . . . .

next week,
decompression

verging on a collapse . . .

a breakdown . . .
in the face of reality

just can't wait . . .
for two more weeks

give it up,
winter is here, again

a glimpse into a lost soul

a futile protest in a city of apathy

a break from the monsoon,
and a failed escape

one month anniversary,
but who's counting . . .

as week four drags on . . .

another new day in week three,
an experiment

surviving week two

rainy Sunday in week one,
with no end in sight

a new day,

one day at a time

no lifeguard today,
you're on your own

autumn in the woods,
where is the fall color

a glimpse of the past,
but it's fall already

abandoned,

summer is over

the last days of summer. . .