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.