Sela01

The last day of summer felt like the world stood still, holding its breath and unwilling to let go. It would eventually, and its last breath would come as autumn’s first chilly wind, a warning of the harsh winter to come. But not yet, not on the last day of summer. The last day of summer was warm and cloudless and so bright I had to squint and shield my eyes. Sun’s warm kiss and a soft breeze caressed my skin, as Charis slowly led me to the top of the highest hill. There, an ancient tree raised its arms to greet the sky, so high, that on cloudy days it felt like we could just climb back home on it. That was foolish, of course. Som