“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.” – William Shakespeare
She packs her things quietly. Despite having strewn little hints and clues of her intent throughout the long hot days and nights, she catches you off guard when you see her astride the window, awaiting a strong wind to carry her aloft for points south.
And while it feels like betrayal it is simply the fulfillment of her promise: to nurture, warm and fortify you for what lies ahead. So you can thrive while she’s gone and endure well enough until such time as she returns with all her heat and light and bounty.
So get ready, she’s leaving; the fields will be empty soon. But we’ll all do just fine.
Just find shelter and hunker down
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