Goodbye summer clothes.
I will miss your cheerfulness, your color, your fun prints, your weightlessness; the feeling that I can just throw you on, slip into my rainbows, occasionally remember to run a brush through my hair and feel ready to face the world.
I try not to think about how long it will be before I see you again. Because it makes my heart clench up a bit. But I hope that our long parting will bring a joyful reunion. And I’ll confess, I couldn’t bear to put all of you away. So on those lonely days, I’ll pull on a foofy, colorful, cotton skirt and think back on the warm days of summer.
Hello warm winter wools.
I am not going into mourning-even if these colors suggest such. Which is a big reason I get so tired of you. I need a nice red wool one thrown in there to stop traffic. I must say-your warmth and sparkle do appeal to me. But not for as long as I’ll have to keep you around. So I’ll just try to enjoy you for now.
And pray for an early spring.
Join me in your supplication please.
Anyone else going through these bittersweet moments?