Dear Summer's EndDear Summer’s End,
I’m not really too sure what to say, or even if you’ll be able to read this. But it’s my last chance before you’re gone for good, so I guess I’ll do my best.
First, I guess I’d like to say I’m sorry.
Sorry that I prefer to sleep away your precious sunny days and go to bed with the dawn.
Sorry that I hide away from your delicious warmth in air conditioned boxes, allowing only your weak, filtered rays in through the windows.
I’m sorry that my love for you seems so distant and cold, when you try so hard to give me warmth and life.
But I want you to know that I really do love you, just not in the usual way. While others love your long days for the excitement they bring; I love them for the time they give me to rest.
Others love your light for the colour it brings to ther skin; I love it for the illumination it brings to otherwise dark places.
Others love your excess warmth in the day; I love the comfort it brings to t