The morning air felt like snow
Without the cold, of course,
Since it is still September
At the tail end of heat wave number six.

So the similarities were not obvious,
Perhaps wishing had replaced rational thinking
Where my weather sensibilities were concerned,
But the air was heavy and still,
The darkness absorbed all of the noise
Leaving my neighborhood quiet
Just like when it snows,
And for just a moment, I felt a chill.

Wishful thinking.