Here comes summer, because it's hot and there's swimming and beaches and late night conversations and bonfires and school? Let's forget about it for three months.
Hello fall.
The feeling is overwhelming and you love it. The leafs turn pretty colors, and yeah they're dying, but the wither makes the worth. Then the smells of pumpkin pie that your mother is making in the kitchen fills your nose and your drooling at the mouth. Apple cinnamon candles burn, flicking light against the walls, shadows shifting forth and back again.
Halloween came and went and you couldn't afford the perfect costume, but you didn't care. Because who did? And your bag was less than half of what it should of been, but it was okay.
Then Thanksgiving tapped your shoulder and you gave a loud sigh because who could buy the turkey? You made do with churches offering poor families food and you prayed it would be enough, and it was.
Winter?
Your sweaters are twice your size and you're pulling your sleeves over your hands to keep the bitter cold away and you're praying for snow but it won't come, just like last time.
Your Christmas tree stands six feet high and it's almost touching the ceiling, the star finds no place this year.
The ornaments are years old and none match, but hey, it gives it character. You're hoping the cat doesn't tear it down as soon as it's up but you know it's bound to happen anyways. And your mom is trying so hard to find a job to get you presents this year and she's crying because she doesn't think there'll be anything under the tree. Now you're touching her arm and smiling because it's okay.
New Year comes and you're dad's on his sixth beer and you're crossing your fingers, not tonight. You're writing down resolutions even if it's just for the sake of writing them down and school starts up again.
Then spring.
Rain, rain and rain. And there's flowers budding and blooming and your snapping pictures. School is almost out and your birthday is coming, but they don't excite you anymore.
Finals are coming and you're struggling to no end. And you're trying to make it though while barely holding on, but you grip tighter and your there.
Greetings Summer, it's been awhile.
