Dear John, er… Summer

Dear Summer,

We need to talk.

First, let me say it’s me, not you. And you know how much I adore you. Poems are written. Daydreams are had. Delightfully warm days, lazing about, watching the heat waves shimmer off the water.

But lately, you’re stifling me. I can’t breathe. What was so warm and enveloping has become a burning desire to escape. You’re driving me away, towards the indoor air-conditioned sterility, and neither of us wants that.

So please, before someone gets burned, let’s take a small breather.

I beg you not to go far though… I only need a little space. Yes, I confess that my head can be turned by a little air-conditioning. But you and I both know that about 10 minutes after I have to put on a sweater inside due to overzealous a/c’ers, I always come running back to your warm embrace.

You’ll always be my favorite. I’m a Summer girl, through and through. But please, just for one day, stop smothering me. I’m begging you.

Warmly forever yours,

geauxgirl