the changing of the seasons is upon us like a thick blanket. summer collects the last pieces of itself – the 8pm sunsets, the taste of watermelon, late night trips to the grocery store for snacks we know aren’t good for us because screw it, it’s summer. i’m writing this because today is the last time summer will be here for a while. tomorrow, everything will be different. there’s transition in the air; i can almost taste it. it’s stifling, like languid hot breaths. it’s silky smooth and the colour of a salmon’s underbelly. i’ll miss summer more than i’m willing to admit. summer rotting, they call it, but if i’m rotting then my body might as well be in the morgue already. like last summer, and the one before that, i spend a few days with my cousins: we explore our surroundings, like we’ve done since we were kids. bike to the end of the block and back. then we walk the dog. we take the subway for a stop just because we can’t bear the heat. we buy sickly sweet slushies that turn our tongues blue. then we rinse and repeat until we’re finally bored of it and then its over. i’ll miss the bikes, the bubbling stream of giggles and the hum of a city that you can only find in summer. heck, i’ll even miss licking my lips and tasting the saltiness of sweat beads collecting just below my nose.
bye then, summer. i’ll keep you high up on the shelf until next year, and in the meantime, i’ll welcome the oranges and browns and blues of autumn and winter.
when the changing of the seasons rolls around, i’ll bask in summer’s former glory.
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