Long summer days,

Afternoons that never seem to end.

With curt nights,

That leaves you on stand by for just a moment.

Overhead the sun stings.

The air is humid; sticks to your skin

and makes you feel even hotter than before.

Though sometimes it feels cooler outside then it does indoors.

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While outside, people are still wearing masks.

Time goes by, the days seamlessly blending into the next.

It feels different somehow,

Yet ordinately the same as years past.

A strange, typical year all the same.

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Regardless of how slow it felt, or to how fast it came;

The city has already started to regain its usual murmur, or so it seems.

Yet under the usual scene, there are still doubts;

On some days, there is a curiosity that sends you into a peaceful state of serenity.

Or perhaps the week is filled with a gut-wrenching worry;

What will the fall bring this year...?


A/N: Hello, lovely readers. I do apologize for my absence for the first half of the month. I usually try to post a poem earlier in the month. I have been finding it hard to edit and revise the poetry that I write.

But nevermind that, I have been working on a longer piece of writing (A short fiction story) that I hope to start posting chapters for earlier next year. This is a project that I am excited to be doing. I want to start posting longer pieces of writing (other than poetry). As always, your reviews and comments are welcomed and very much appreciated.

If you weren't aware already I have an Instagram, tomorrow, Sunday, Aug. 23, 2020, I will be doing a Q&A. I would love to answer some of your questions there or just drop by to say hello. :) (My Instagram username is Ettieloit, further information is in my bio)