end of summer
even though september 1 isn't really the end of summer, it kind of is for me. due to a misconception i only learned last year that summer wasn't considered to be june, july and august, and actually had specific starting and ending dates... sigh. however, it's definitely been getting colder the last few days. so i stick by my method. i like it better anyway.
strangely, i find myself not minding. even though i get cold easily and always used to hate the colder seasons, this last year has actually left me appreciating every season for what it has to offer. sometimes i catch myself thinking 'i can't wait for fall' and thinking about all the special feelings and changes that only ever happen in fall, and i like myself more for it.
i stayed up all night again to watch the dawn. i love those moments when everything becomes completely dark for twenty minutes, and then gradually the sky starts to turn blue. i can feel so much promise and change, and it makes me feel at peace. i often think about how nice it would be to be woken up an hour before dawn, in a warm house while it's cold outside, to take a hot shower and be bundled into some warm clothes and given a nice hot cocoa or, even better, a peppermint mocha, and to take a walk outside and watch the sun come up with someone i care about. while feeling at peace as a wonderful thing, sharing that peace and promise is even better.
feeling inspired and soft and lovely and ready for winter. even though i barely got my closet sorted with my summer clothes... siigh
strangely, i find myself not minding. even though i get cold easily and always used to hate the colder seasons, this last year has actually left me appreciating every season for what it has to offer. sometimes i catch myself thinking 'i can't wait for fall' and thinking about all the special feelings and changes that only ever happen in fall, and i like myself more for it.
i stayed up all night again to watch the dawn. i love those moments when everything becomes completely dark for twenty minutes, and then gradually the sky starts to turn blue. i can feel so much promise and change, and it makes me feel at peace. i often think about how nice it would be to be woken up an hour before dawn, in a warm house while it's cold outside, to take a hot shower and be bundled into some warm clothes and given a nice hot cocoa or, even better, a peppermint mocha, and to take a walk outside and watch the sun come up with someone i care about. while feeling at peace as a wonderful thing, sharing that peace and promise is even better.
feeling inspired and soft and lovely and ready for winter. even though i barely got my closet sorted with my summer clothes... siigh