
Dear summer,
For years you were my favourite season. A cheerful period of Christmases and New Years, fish and chips by the beach (or chish & fips), late-night sojourns in random places and time off from work/school/uni, time to simply enjoy - you were beautiful, and magical, as it were.
But then La Niña hit this year (well, last) and, well, it wrecked you. You were cold. Heartless. Downright bipolar, especially in your oscillation between days of 30-degree blazing blue skies and 18-degree London-style rains. I had waited for you all year, and this was how you rewarded me.
So I’ve had to move on. Autumn’s no you, of course, but then, autumn brings me apple and pumpkin pies, delicately scented with cinnamon and vanilla, and Easter, with all its religious and chocolate-y goodness.
I hope you get yourself some help and next year return with your usual searingly hot, sexy self. And even if you don’t - well, seasons change. I will always have a soft spot in my heart for you. But until then, I’m moving on. Bring on autumn!
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Tree-lined road in Oakland, CA, from my wedding photos / the awesome Bret Cole