Stories of a Stoic
I’d like to say something to my fellow people of summer.
To those who prefer the summer sun’s bask to a whirlwind of leafs.
Or heat to wind, watermelons to pumpkins, or an orange sun to a grey sky.
For those who’d rather don three layers of sun screen than two layers of sweaters, cold smoothies to hot chocolate, or white shorts to blue jeans.
And finally, to those who’s hearts also tremor at the sun’s slow death through autumn and into winter.
To you, I say this.
If it lives on your skin, or in your heart, if it’s intertwined with your soul, it lives.
