Cool and slightly smoky

I used to go meet some of my friends sometimes and sit on some of the swings near my dad's house, at dusk, or after dark. I think I'd like to do that, now; to sit with someone close and comfortable and talk, or just breathe, and feel tall and aching and content, like the inside of a poem. I can think of some people I'd especially like to be sitting with.

(It gets dark well before seven. There's a smell on the breeze lately that I've realized I associate with Hallowe'en; I suppose that it's October.)

Instead, I'm going shortly to Elise's fundraising concert slash going away party, which will be very different but probably a lot of fun.