REALITY & WRITING: Night Magicians

Tree frogs, unaware of calendars and turning pages, resuscitate the breathless summer in the early autumn nights. Fiction of a season like a book that shouldn’t end, but lingers in the mind to travel further. Darkness shuts our eyes to sad conclusions. We reach inside to pull the memory of the days bright lit and wondrous, remembered beams that hide the true sun’s cruel brownly dulling field. Like a movie, flashing on a screen that isn’t real, accompanied by the tree frog’s hopeful song.