It's Indian Summer, time again to walk along the beach.
Leaves finally turning brown, but still it's not a reach
To cast off the jacket, slip on tanning lotion.
Sunlight scattering on the chop of the ocean.
Ah, the salty smell.
Walkers stroll, joggers puff, sitters close their eyes.
Soaking in that sunshine, knowing what lies
Beyond the next forecast. But for now
Crowds gather by the beach, imagining how
To store this memory through winter.
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