A Seasonal Existence.
I live in the seasons now, the highs and the lows. And I’ve learned what I love and what I loathe. What makes me fly high and what makes me forget myself entirely.
LA is famous for 72 And Sunny
How pleasant it is always.
But I know the truth:
How often we forget in the pleasantries how nice it actually is.
How we learn a general Good and forget a personal Great.
Without the comparison, we don’t have to choose.
Without the differences, we have nothing to miss.
I live in the seasons now,
the highs and the lows
And I’ve learned what I love and what I loathe
What makes me fly high
and what makes me forget myself entirely.
A seasonal existence allows me to retreat when I need to and expand when I must
Instead of feeling as if I should be everything to everyone.
in my Springs I am both everything and nothing
a damp rain one day, a warm sunrise the next
a cool breeze and a warm lilt
skipping and splashing in puddles from the sunshower
i bloom with ideas along with the flowers.
in my Summers I take in the world, the heat, the sun
absorbing it on my bare skin
and sometimes it feels all too much
and sometimes I feel smothered when I walk out the door
the glasses clinking in the distance and the ice cream melting onto the sidewalk
my Summer is one that absorbs all the stimuli and like the leaves turn the excess sunshine to energy and exhaust
i take the blinding brightness and morph it into my mission statement.
in my Autumns I dance with the leaves
letting my truest colors show
reds, yellows, a not-quite-green but not-quite-chocolate
the blisters from the Summer morphing into tangible things and scenes and the perfect day all day.
in my Winters I balance
the retreat and the release
i radiate heat and fire and steam built up from months of absorbing
months of elements
months of matches lit and furnaces burning
warming those who forgot to take the year with them
i wonder if this is why it’s called the Season of Giving.My place in the seasons isn't in a dull everywhere, But a specific SOMEWHERE. Click To Tweet
Here’s the thing.
I am a strong force.
My place in the seasons isn’t in a dull everywhere
But a specific SOMEWHERE.
And in that memorable place,
I sway and I sigh,
I swelter and I swoon.
And while I might not be a favorite to all,
I leave those who Know cracked open in delight
Wondering when I’ll come around again
And counting the moments until I do.
Remember last time, they say,
Remember when she opened my cage and set me free?
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