Summer blazes direct with its demands of endless fun. It forces you outdoors with sheer, bright malice. The bees chafe the air from all angles. Summer is a migraine that starts behind your eyes and spreads into your soul. Summer is anxiety, an exhausted protest against time.
But in Autumn, life softens with the light. The trees accept their graying days with grace and erupt to fill the world with color. The air cools, the angry bees die away and the wind smells of promise. In Autumn, the world tastes delicious and I can feel my own heartbeat again.
