Logan’s been gone a month. I’m on my own here in Montana. I’ve adopted new skincare methods, moved into a new room, have four bags of clothes to donate, and have been trying to enjoy summer. That means reading- a lot. In distilleries, coffee shops, bed, on work breaks, in the park, anywhere and everywhere. After the books come walks- long, meandering, in the evening. Summer is always remembered as the best but it’s so hot during the day that I duck in and out of shaded spaces and cool buildings. I can’t concentrate when it’s so hot that the buildings themselves radiate heat after sundown. The fan goes, and my mind wanders in circles, and I loathe summer as it happens, but remember it as so much better when it’s over.
I used to love summer when I was little because of the beaches, birthday parties, and break from school. Now I think the tides have changed. The summer reminds me how much I love winter 🙂
You must be brave to like winter outright! It seems to never end…I guess now I live for spring and fall. They’re delightful bookends and so tumultuous.