What happened to the summer?

My feet seem to bounce off of the asphalt as I engage my early morning run. In the dark grey of a typical October morning, frozen rain stings my face. It was only weeks ago, I remember lying in the park, drifting in and out of consciencousness. Hearing waves lapping off the rocks below, listening to children screaming as their toes dipped into the icy cold water of Lake Michigan. A bumblebee lands on a Dandelion nearby, I try not to move. What happened to the summer?

The Emerald City

The Sun shines, though only one half of the manufactured canyon looms bright.

On one side of the street the morning commences bright and exhilirating, the day slowly fades to shadows as workers desire their shift to end.

On the other side, the morning commences dark but brightness builds the whole day through, until workers take leave in light.