Storge

I was born in the peak of summer. I’m talking thighs sticking together, doubling up on water intake, “im not coming out the house unless I’m going swimming or walking into another area of air conditioned comfort” part of the summer. But I could never adjust to the heat. It gives me asthma attacks. I hate sweating. The “weight” of the sun makes me tired. I always find myself dreading the summertime. The only saving grace is, again, being able to go swimming. Lounging pool or beach side. Getting a tan.
I always get bored with that, though. I find myself longing to feel the warmth of a wool knit sweater. Calf length boots. Hot cocoa that I have to blow on a few times before I get it to the perfect temperature.
Fall, don’t make me wait too much longer. Cool?
Cool.