to you, from last summer me

And all at once, summer became fall. The soft breeze became cold air. The green leaves turned orange and like everything in life, it transformed.

      i will miss the sun rays peeking through my windows in the morning. 

              i will miss reading by the pool, cold coffee, peaches, the psithurism,

          i will miss wearing short, white dresses, swimming in a cold river and picking mangoes from my neighbor’s tree (i beg you don’t tell her).

     i will miss the warmer days.

it gives me a feeling of melancholy knowing that i have to wait for another year, another solstice, even another me.

i always said i hated summer, but i think i was lying.