We switched on our central heating system last night for the first time in months. I take this to mean that summer's over. I recall not so long ago, pinning my hopes on the arrival of this past summer and utterly depending on it to clear the pall that cast its shadow over the early part of this year. Like holding your breath underwater as you draw ever closer to the surface, knowing that relief is drawing nearer and that soon, you will be able to breathe again.
That was my summer and now my summer is going. I just hope I'm not going under again, deep into the cold, murky depths of a winter that returns with memories of profound love and hope and then of profound sorrow and despair.
That was my summer and now my summer is going. I just hope I'm not going under again, deep into the cold, murky depths of a winter that returns with memories of profound love and hope and then of profound sorrow and despair.