Summer is ending and I’m left wondering, did it ever begin within me? It seems I am bred for the colder months, tinged in frost, housing storms. There are freckles spattered across my nose, proof that the season left a mark on me, however temporary it may be. They will fade and so will the heat and I will be in my element. I light candles and pull out flannels and I relish in the way the wind cools at night. The background music is a soft caress, sad and tender and it all reeks of colder weather. Just the way I like it.
until next time,