Summer is over. A dream.

I was walking on a bike path.  It was full of people enjoying the day.  I had brought with me a pack of cinnamon chewing gum, and a pine cone.  When I am done with the gum, I throw the package into a bush, telling myself it is biodegradable.  But then I want more gum.  I take the pinecone and begin peeling it apart, thinking there will be more chewing gum inside.  But I break it apart and find nothing.

I hear a women next to me remark that she’d mistakenly thought she’d heard the call of a species of summer bird, whom she calls “screamers.”

I thought I heard a screamer, she says.  But no, I didn’t.  Summer is over.

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