When the leaves start to fall and the sun slides all the way ’round to the other side of the world…
I get a little bit grumpy.
A little bit cooped up.
A little bit sad.
You could say I’m allergic to winter.
I know. Poor me.
Just think of my cold little toes!
Maybe I just prefer bright.
A bit of gold on a cloud.
A bit of glare on a train track.
A bit of peace from the wildlings who leap the couches and roar…
And climb me, like the ladder I so clearly am.
And the gym!
My goodness, they’ll be pleased.
We miss you, they said in summer;
A pointy-fingered email for every time I chose to exercise in the great outdoors…
Instead of on their sweat-crusted cross trainer.
Yes, gym. It’s true.
The grey skies will bring me back to you.
And don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad.
There’s the wood that crackles in the fire. The quiet moments that dull the adorable LOUD.
And then there’s you.
My friends in the north, peeling off your chunky wool sweaters. Frolicking in the splendor of a sun-lit strip.
I’ll think of you and your sweet, sweet summer and do you know what I’ll do?
I’ll smile. Because at least someone will be sipping Pina Coladas, pool-side.
Even if it won’t be me.