I am sitting at my desk,
in the heat of the house,
lesser than the heat outside,
but only just.
I have a fan going,
i am listening to it whirring,
humming,
lulling me into a sleepy state.
why does summer have such a bite,
a slap in the face,
that we wish for cooler days,
and for winter to come?
we quickly dismiss the seasons,
we don’t seem to remember,
we crave other seasons,
we crave something we don’t have.
when winter is here,
with the frosts,
with the fog,
with the hibernation of friends,
we wish for summer.
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