Summer doesn’t want to let us go just yet. She insists on a few more ninety degree days so that we won’t forget her. I won’t forget. This was the summer that we took off our masks and breathed in fresh pollution for the first time in months. This was the summer that we reunited around the grill, welcoming back friends and family members to our screened in porches instead of our computer screens. This was the summer that we said goodbye to people we love and hello to our new normal. Some of us are still resisting. As for me, I have decided to surrender to the fall. My love awaits me with a bouquet of gold and red leaves. There’re two glasses of wine that await us by the fireplace. My affair with summer is officially over; and I have made it my endeavor to be in love with the fall.
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