We lived for that intersection of seasons — the brief moment when summer and autumn coexisted, much like an eclipse of sun and moon. We were happy in that interim.

     And it was so quick. Fast like snapping your fingers. If only it were infinite, maybe then we’d be happy all the time.

     But its brevity made it what it was — a short respite from the oppressive heat of summer and the increasingly frosty mornings of fall. That temporal nature could not be stretched — no matter how much we wished for it to do so — because of the short stay, for that very base reason, it made us as happy as we could possibly be. We would surely not have known this kind of joy had it been one second longer.

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