The Kindling | 8.23.22

Your Words To My Eyeballs

Late August, to me, is always the burning heat, the sticky sweet, the threatening hint of Autumn to come. It’s Summer, but ending, Summer, but amplified. That got me wondering, and I wanna know something from all of you:

Write about what Summer is, for each of you. What defines it, what sets it aside, what represents it in your minds? This will be d…