The Early Autumn Light

& too,
turning towards
the the midday sun as it comes in through the vertical blinds
reminding me of a time gone by,
a good song from long ago.

the clouds kiss the trees
and the air smells of fall Friday,
petrichor and horizon,
cars on hills. 

I ain't crazy about this plan,
the one in which I live 

forever like a can of soup, but when I look out the tiger lady window and see the sway of the day, something inside me says keep it up, the light of tomorrow shines this afternoon as a beacon. 

nostalgia is nice, it looks good, and smells like promising light, maybe, am I right?