transition.
The air got colder today…When you walk outside and breathe it in you can feel it sting your lungs. The air changes texture as the temperature drops. It becomes crisp and sharp. The notches in your spine tingle when a gust of wind finds it’s way under your jacket. The windows on crowded coffee shops and restaurants fog up. The cold air even smells different. It’s toxic but clean at the same time, uninviting yet calming.
Finally, I can fashion myself in all the nice sweaters and jackets I’ve collected over the years but could never wear in the southern California weather. I can actually wear the scarves I knit-function over fashion. I’ve decided, upon moving to Portland, that fall and winter are my most loved seasons. I used to associate fall with brand new school supplies, a brand new batch of people to love or hate, and another chance to be someone new. I associated winter with the long lines at work, returning unwanted gifts, and gaining 5 pounds.
Now it’s more like this:
To me, fall means love. Beautiful red, yellow, and brown leaves. Rain. Changes for the better. Plum tea. Sleeping under a down comforter with the window open. Snuggling with Nick. Bike riding when it’s pouring outside. Running around the streets of Portland with Alex wearing our matching “lesbians from London” Jackets. Chicken soup tasting really, really, good again. Walking down park avenue under a blanket of grey. Love, love, fucking love.
Winter is seeing long missed friends and family. Making eggnog lattes at work and having them blow up in my hair. Stomping in snow. Making love on secret beaches. Eating my grandmother’s honey glazed ham and prociutto wrapped asparagus. Red wine. Looking into Nick’s eyes. Running my fingers over the dips and curves where Nick’s bones pop out. Being able to sleep in until noon. Lurking hotels with Alex. Petting Tigger. Missing my mother. Nostalgia.
There have been a few (haha) struggles lately. But I just know it’s going to be an amazing year.
All my love,
Ayme Lynne
Finally, I can fashion myself in all the nice sweaters and jackets I’ve collected over the years but could never wear in the southern California weather. I can actually wear the scarves I knit-function over fashion. I’ve decided, upon moving to Portland, that fall and winter are my most loved seasons. I used to associate fall with brand new school supplies, a brand new batch of people to love or hate, and another chance to be someone new. I associated winter with the long lines at work, returning unwanted gifts, and gaining 5 pounds.
Now it’s more like this:
To me, fall means love. Beautiful red, yellow, and brown leaves. Rain. Changes for the better. Plum tea. Sleeping under a down comforter with the window open. Snuggling with Nick. Bike riding when it’s pouring outside. Running around the streets of Portland with Alex wearing our matching “lesbians from London” Jackets. Chicken soup tasting really, really, good again. Walking down park avenue under a blanket of grey. Love, love, fucking love.
Winter is seeing long missed friends and family. Making eggnog lattes at work and having them blow up in my hair. Stomping in snow. Making love on secret beaches. Eating my grandmother’s honey glazed ham and prociutto wrapped asparagus. Red wine. Looking into Nick’s eyes. Running my fingers over the dips and curves where Nick’s bones pop out. Being able to sleep in until noon. Lurking hotels with Alex. Petting Tigger. Missing my mother. Nostalgia.
There have been a few (haha) struggles lately. But I just know it’s going to be an amazing year.
All my love,
Ayme Lynne