Nothing makes you warmer than a random day of hotness
A surprise in late September
When the sun comes out with gusto and the wind goes on vacation
When your coat goes into hiding while your toes are glad of sandals
And the heat balloons inside you through your skin and bones and tissues
Warming all the places that have wanted to be warmed
Nothing makes you warmer than a random day of hotness
A surprise in late September
Except cuddling somebody
Or chasing after a toddler,
Or blowing into the day’s first cup of coffee
Or eating hot and sour soup,
Or maybe—and this is where the hope comes in,
Maybe a really warm day in early October?
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