This time every year

Autumn is here, or at least is coming with rapid steps, and even though I like autumn, my love for summer can’t actually be compared with any other time of the year. I’m a summer girl, I breathe sea salt and bathe is sun light, I laugh in the heat and enjoy the beach for as long as I can.

Now, there are fallen leaves outside my home, brownish, little rotten leaves scattered on the ground. I try not to step on them on my way home and I pretend that the sun is still bright by the time I leave from work. But the truth is that none of this is real.

The sun sets earlier, the darkness settles and my happiness transforms to melancholy. I want to go out but at the same time I want to stay in. I want to write but I want to just look out the window for I can’t help it: I’m feeling blue.

I am confused and I know it’s because of summer. It’s gone, but it will come again and until then I’ll have to make peace with the other three seasons.

So, if you like me, feel a bit off and disoriented, try to hang in there for a while. Mourn for the summer so you can move on and enjoy the rest of the days to come. And you know, far ahead a new summer lies again, we just gonna have to wait. And what is sweater than the anticipation of warm water of your skin?

Until then, put on your socks and open your heart to autumn. Pick up a fallen leaf and breathe in the last heat of summer.