it’s hard to imagine a time will come when it will be so cold, many more layers of clothing will be needed – and yet,
the time always comes and this morning is already cooler; i am already dressing for the cold.
though my mind lingers in summer – still feeling the hot stones we lay upon, still craving the cold curl of waves at my feet – my body can sense it is time to move on, the seasons are changing. there is no hiding from these kinds of truths, no sense hating in what will happen regardless. the only proper response is to dress down, wear the layers with comfort; love what is known to be coming and love it without remorse or any weight at all. these are the kind things of things one must do.