"Take me away from here"
This year, Spring was an long-distance lover who only occasionally called, making the heart grow fonder. Winter was allowed to out-stay her welcome only for the psychotic Summer to burst back into my life. She’d been away so long I’d dared to believe she’d forgotten about me, only for her to storm back in, forcing aside all who stood in her way. Loud, brash and abusive she leaves my nostrils raw, itchy and dripping, having chapping my lips she turns her back on me after blowing itching-powder into my eyes. Those new to her buxom charms warm to her, Chipper birds cheep and flighty flies fly; all in her strengthening glow.
After only a few days of her company, my mind, already a disappointing bag of tricks, begins to feel like a DVD collection where someone has meticulously replaced the discs with synopses written on post-it notes in a child’s handwriting, and not necessarily in the right case.
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That was lovely.
Oh, I hate the summer. I'll take the coziness of blankets and scarves and hats and coats anyday over the sweaty summer.
Thank you. I can find plenty to love and hate about the punch to the head the head that is summer or the toe crushing that is winter. But, then you'll have guessed that from all my posts about the weather!
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