Written: Sep 21, 07
As I walk through the streets of Amman at night
I knew it was the end of summer
The jasmine was falling off the trees
It dawned on me that the long lazy days of summer were over
There was a coldness to the air that creeps into the heart
The people no longer carefree with sun-kissed cheeks
Winter is coming
The wind asks “are you ready?”
The jasmine is falling
