Autumn Day?

Lord: it is time. The summer was long.
Now lay Your long shadows over the sundials,
and let the winds loose over the fields.

"Herbsttag", Rainer Maria Rilke, 1902


This poem is a prayer. Looking at the weather forecast, I imagine it’s a glimpse into how holy souls feel in Purgatory: knowing that the celestial autumn airs are around the corner - but that fires continue in the meantime.

tl;dr - I'm hot, again.