First light arrives before five in the morning. The birdsongs arrive with it. A cacophony of twittering, and avian arias, shatter my sleep, and any hopes of returning to it. By afternoon, however, a scattering of songs—at well-spaced intervals—may arise.
This abundance of radiance—so close to the end of the academic year. This longest day—followed by the slowly diminishing ones throughout the remainder of summer.
I glimpse a suddenly blurry sky, a single surge of wet warmth along one cheek.
“only love can break
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