The retrogressive cloud bank overspreads in a westerly direction. The summer is exhausted yet in secreting ways only just amping up in the oddity that is, was, and will be September. Moving in unexpected direction is important to get closure because, in that time, the case of the past must face conclusion. The attrition of memory abused resolved in retrogression using climatology. Why not? Because nothing else made sense. The honeybees of the previous year or so before that pluperfect time were themselves not a memory but an omen. The fullness of life in a few months. Why extend it for them? For us, the time more expansive yet the closure there in that space.
Only the sky to see and tell the tears.