The weather is starting to get cooler. The leaves are slowly starting to change colour. Kids are back in school. And I can’t lie to myself anymore….the summer is rolling to an end.
I spend the summer frantically clinging to each day, living in a constantly maintained, active denial of the winter looming in the shadows. It’s hard work. It’s exhausting. But if I don’t acknowledge it, don’t look at it, if I can keep busy enough, live in the moment enough….I don’t have to deal with it. Winters and endings don’t have to exist.
And then the weather starts to get cooler, the leaves start to fall…and the denial has to come to an end.
Winter is coming. I’m getting older. More and more people I love are drifting out of my life. Time does that. And no matter how much I cling to what is, no matter how much I pretend to myself that nothing will change and I will live in this particular moment forever, deep down I know. Winter is coming.
“Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.” Current Mood: melancholy