It's fleet, the time from that first brush of summer to this angled light of not-quite fall. We could philosophize, or better yet, pretend it's not happening. In that spirit:
Not so long ago it was adios LAX--
...hello, San Juan Islands--
...where a sea plane splashed into a harbor.
A little fox came to visit.
On a farm, everything, the front gate--
...the cutting garden--
...even the garden pests--
...felt like a fairy tale.