Dear Summer,
I can see it in your eyes that you’re moving on. But we’ve had a good run, haven’t we? You gave me armfuls of flowers as if it was nothing. We sipped cold wine and laughed on the patio together. We fell asleep with the windows open, listening to crickets on a cool breeze. We even tramped about in the woods, breathing in that green mossy smell. I shall remember you fondly during the long cold winter, as I wistfully scan photos of times we shared.
With a tear and a smile, I bid you farewell and look forward to seeing you again next year.
Rita
P.S. If you find me missing for a few days, it’s because I’ll be drawing out the last few drops of joy you have to offer.
