She’s playing with me. Summer. I think she’s in cahoots with Autumn. I thought she was gone and took those gorgeous…double digits with her, but no. She’s been showing up, confusing me with a cold shoulder in the morning and warm hugs in the afternoon. I know how this works. I’ll fall into her again and POOF she’ll disappear in a whirlwind of dried orange and yellow leaves. I’ll be left out in the cold. Literally.
But I accept that because Autumn, leaf by leaf does not let me down with her cool air and dazzling colours. I have found a quiet calm in every single moment, lingering like kisses on each hike, each view, each blade of grass, now yellow with the occasional patch of green. Those blades whispering “hey friend, we’re hanging on too.”
The pockets of my sunshine season wardrobe are full of the bits I pulled off of plants: lavender, eucalyptus, basil, oregano, mint, thyme, rose petals. Pulling and rubbing for the scent, leaving them in pockets—souvenirs of my so-named favourite season.
Yesterday I went for a run after work. The air was warm and perfect. It was Summer. She was doing a little dance with Autumn and it was pretty.
I know I’m kissing the summer season goodbye. The deepest kiss—the good-bye-for-now-kiss. I won’t feel neglected because Autumn gives me other reasons: sweaters, reasons to light the fireplace, candlelight, stews and baking, hats and scarves and all the moodiness that comes with this film noir season.
I hope you enjoy the transition as much as I am.
As always, thank you for reading lovelies.
Angie Counios 
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