Summer is not gone; summer was never here.
You see, summer is just a belief. And like all other beliefs before it, summer is at best a made-up concept.
All beliefs are made-up and therefore all beliefs are bullshit. But all beliefs are also true, if you put enough energy into them.
So I choose to believe summer will continue in my heart for as long as I can remember…
the warmth of my beloveds morning kisses
the sounds of the farmers market
the rejoicing and tears from the pews, as we celebrated their forever love
the smells of the pine trees at the cottage
the floating in the trees as we watched the sunset
I know I can’t hold onto summer forever, but I also know that today will not be the day I let her go.