Thursday, September 8, 2011

An Early Farewell to Summer

O Summer
Oh how I shall I miss thee!

I shall miss thy scorching kiss that pinks my cheeks and makes me break out in hot, watery bubbles.

I shall miss having my clothes plaster themselves to mine body, tanged with the reek of sweat that smells of Taco Bell.

I shall miss the sleepless nights where mine mother thought it cool enough to turn off the conditioner of air... and it was not.

I shall miss the awkward array of clothing that is made for twigs and not a full-grown oak.

O Summer
How shall I miss thee!


Or not. Still waaaaaay better than winter, though.

Long live Early Autumn and her sister Spring! Death to Winter! Temps in the mid 60s and early 70s! Apple cider! Pumpkins! Halloween! My birthday! Huzzah!