as the desert fog eats the valley sun, the crumbled walls of the spirit and the crushed defenses of the heart slowly comes back to pieces as if the kisses of the morning dew and the embrace of the air of the approaching fall is repairing what was broken.
the downtown steam, reminiscent of the heat that initiated the kiss that stripped the body and the spirit from its guard, frowned at these events.
heat will fade soon. anger will diffuse in the air.
as the full moon rises, things that have fallen apart will slowly resurrect into something better, something stronger.