|From Jun 20, 2011|
Seems like time to put away the (largely unworn) summer clothes and take the winter ones out of storage.
This is probably* the hardest time of year for me. The days have grown quite short and the nights are sincerely cool. These changes prompt in me a quickening of my heart as I begin to count the days til Christmas.
But, alas. It is June.
And, so I am mourning the loss of my internally expected Christmas and the fact I'm missing another "summer".
It is all very illogical. Yet, I am unsettled.
*Note: In December I'll tell you that is my hardest time as Christmas comes but without the season or my family.