Purple heat waves in the autumn sun. Purple smoke through the glum horizon. Too much purple, too much scorch. Slow burn, this earth, love. //full poem in the caption// Window seats and early autumn. The sun scorched you, seeping in through the thick fabric of your jeans. You feel every bit of the scorch. You relish in the feeling. You take the slow burn with a smile, maybe you're too engrossed to notice your skin tingling with the burn? Maybe you're too done hiding in the steel cold interiors, you welcome the heat and scorch?
