The Struggling Sun Well Risen

The struggling sun well risen looks at me like a glum lover tired of grinding through the smoke and grit of another sky in the grim infinity of possible skies of August. Through the trees, we exchange glances, the sun seeming insubstantial compared to my solidity, my own air-conditioned skin feeling the faint beginning of the summer's smoldering end. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe