it’s been a while. a good long while. but she can feel the whisper of change on her skin. it had taken every ounce of fortitude within her to make it through the summer.
it was a summer full of wonderful changes, a lot of sun, a lot of laughs, a lot of drinks and good people. she did it up right. it had been one of the best summers she could remember.
summer though, was still a bitch as it always has been. like the pretty girl in high school that would fuck with you just because she could. a heaving mass of merciless heat. a bitch, plain and simple.
but now. now the air is just the tiniest bit drier. her lungs work just a little bit better. her hair is a few inches longer. her spirit slightly more calm.
now, the crickets aren’t singing as loud as they were. the lightning bugs barely blink. dark beer is replacing white wine with ice. sweet potatoes replacing watermelon. the sunsets have finally begun to saunter in at a reasonable hour.
soon she will need to buy a new coat. the thin boy scout shirt she wore day-in and day-out won’t cut it anymore. soon her tan, thin feet will be hidden away in broken-in boots and become pale from the lack of exposure.
soon the sidewalks will swirl with the remains of golden branches. she will dab the scents of amber and smoke and clove on her skin. she will shove her delicate, cold hands into her pockets and let the wind throw her around on long walks.
her grin will become wider. the highs will last longer; and she will continue smoking her cigarrettes down to the filter.