the intertwined moments in early autumn that still echo the last warm waves of summer... they feel just how you wished it would have all along, less humidity, a light breeze, a feeling floats on it, but it’s migrating with the uncertainty of the transitioning seasons..... looking back trying to hold on to the fleeting memories that you’re already nostalgic for. daydreaming of what could’ve been, what still might be, jotting down notes for next time... I have this likely silly idea that it’s easier to fall in love in the summer, that hasn’t happened yet this year but here’s a new face in front of me... is that door closed already or is it being held open just long enough, perhaps we are just playing pretend to make one last memory to get us through the winter.... i don’t want to pretend.. I’ll always be dreaming of the endless summer...
