Summer, when you leave why must you depart so abruptly?
It was just a couple of weeks ago that I was sweating myself to sleep. This afternoon I crawled into bed with the heating pad turned on high just to get warm.
There is something disconcerting about the sudden change in temperature. It’s as if the season broke up with us, minus any preemptive conversation.
I mean, yes, I did voice my complaints during the last heat wave. Not vociferously, but I was a tad grumpy. The thing is, that was a passing emotion.
Now it’s already getting dark by eight…which will soon be five (damn daylight savings). The truth is I am far more productive when the days feel endless and the temperature is balmy. And the end of al fresco dining is going to put a real damper on my barely there social life.
Is it too late to apologize? If we clap could we have an encore? Or could you just take your time with fall?
Because this girl’s really not feeling winter.
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