: obituary for summer :

dialog balloonSummer slipped away quietly at 4:20 (EDT) this morning. Words cannot describe the loss, the sense of sorrow; nothing can.

The season had been losing strength and vitality in recent days, with the sun retiring earlier in the evenings and needing more time to rise with each passing day. It went peacefully in our sleep. Today, our hearts lie heavy with sadness and grief; we’ve lost a warm, beloved season.

Autumn is here as a replacement, but it’s a very poor substitute. More of a buttinsky, really. The glories of summer cannot be replaced. Certainly not by the likes of Fall. It blows.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to cry until I throw up.

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19 thoughts on “: obituary for summer :

    1. The worst part? This one’s supposed to be especially nasty according to predictions. They always are, I know, but I’m scared this time and I don’t know why.


    1. Aren’t you planted in the Northeast? Your lawn won’t look drought-stricken for long. It’ll start looking freezer-burned in a matter of weeks :o). We all will.


    1. You know what? I need to plan a sunny and permanent relocation. Just the thought of enduring another 8 month siege of cold sends me to bed. I’m thinking Ibiza. Or Monaco. I’ll become a weather refugee :0)


      1. Absolutely best idea yet, think of all those daylight hours and warm sunny days, bliss!. Winter is woeful, I know exactly how you feel.


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