Between Two Shores

There’s something about those months when it’s neither hot nor cold.
When a jacket is enough at night, and during the day the sun shows up just right.

You get dressed without overthinking it.
You know everything will work.

The day stretches out without warning.
It starts at home, moves outside, and ends without you quite knowing when it shifted.

It’s that time when you don’t need to choose between indoors or out.
Everything happens somewhere in between.