Pulled like a punch and burnt like a cigarette
The days without much notice seem to have gotten shorter and slowly cooling. Life is sliding into the next chapter and the transition to the romance of fall begins. With a bookmark left from last spring I thumb through the pages in quiet reflection.
All of the excitement of May seems to be a distant echo through the pushing and shoving of the summer months. July being such a bully. I wonder what adventures lay ahead. I wonder what changes shall come out from within me. Something is bubbling and waiting to reveal itself.
The leaves will change soon. A subtle reminder that life carries on. More trips to Florida and NYC are in store for me. I’m nervous to think of October and the reasons for exile. Where will my family decide to spend our Christmas this year?
I’m getting ahead of myself.
I woke up at 6 am on the other side of another week’s past.
And I’m ready.
I’m ready.
Go.
All of the excitement of May seems to be a distant echo through the pushing and shoving of the summer months. July being such a bully. I wonder what adventures lay ahead. I wonder what changes shall come out from within me. Something is bubbling and waiting to reveal itself.
The leaves will change soon. A subtle reminder that life carries on. More trips to Florida and NYC are in store for me. I’m nervous to think of October and the reasons for exile. Where will my family decide to spend our Christmas this year?
I’m getting ahead of myself.
I woke up at 6 am on the other side of another week’s past.
And I’m ready.
I’m ready.
Go.