All over the neighborhood, the dogs are barking.
We yield to summer whether we want to or not, but delight in cool days that remind us that the snow will indeed come back and save us from heat-exhaustion and fickle summer romances that we had our hearts set on.
Still.
If I feel overwhelmed: it will not last forever.
If joy floods my heart: I'll try to remember it with photographs and written record.
If Satan tries to tackle me, I will wear a stealthier uniform and heavier, ceramic padding.
His bones will be crushed underneath my feet.
And if I start to feel nothing, I will find the loopholes in the corners that I've been cornered in.
There is always a loophole.
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