Seaside in Beirut (Photo: Emily O'Dell)
We don’t know when it began,
nor when it will end,
this un-season we’ve learned to savor,
this infinite in-betweeness.
We look at the sea. We imagine
seaweed sprouting out
of drowned shoes,
taking in the sunlight…
— Zeina Hashem Beck, We Who Have Decided to Live in Autumn
