I’ve been trying to fall in love with autumn, but a summer stubbornness within me keeps me from embracing the missing parts of the day stolen until next year. In my stubbornness, I fill myself with longing for the fingers of the warm breeze that caress my hair as I fill my eyes with the sight of the ocean. I curl up in bed, wishing to be a bear, so I could hibernate and pretend winter never existed. I stay awake on purpose, hugging myself under the covers, wrapped in the warm embrace of my memories. When fall arrives, I wish the ocean’s waves had taken me, so the void I feel inside wouldn't hurt so much.
Fall is transitional!
It is indeed.
So wonderful!
I'm delighted to hear that, Tenyani.
I’m trying to fall in love with autumn, but I have a summer stubbornness that’s keeping me from enjoying it. 🧐
Summer stubbornness…I love it.
I expanded it after I wrote it:
I’ve been trying to fall in love with autumn, but a summer stubbornness within me keeps me from embracing the missing parts of the day stolen until next year. In my stubbornness, I fill myself with longing for the fingers of the warm breeze that caress my hair as I fill my eyes with the sight of the ocean. I curl up in bed, wishing to be a bear, so I could hibernate and pretend winter never existed. I stay awake on purpose, hugging myself under the covers, wrapped in the warm embrace of my memories. When fall arrives, I wish the ocean’s waves had taken me, so the void I feel inside wouldn't hurt so much.
And to think, I used to complain about the heat!