I find myself increasingly out of sync with others regarding the weather now.
It will be warm when it isn’t supposed to be, and everyone will be talking about how nice it is, and all I see is the approaching end of life as we know it.
I had a few trees that started budding during a warmer week last winter, before getting frozen again.
Some of the buds would literally pop.
They’ve had a hard time all year and a few just died.
“But yea! everything is fine! I could wear a tshirt that one day, noice!”
I find myself increasingly out of sync with others regarding the weather now.
It will be warm when it isn’t supposed to be, and everyone will be talking about how nice it is, and all I see is the approaching end of life as we know it.
That unapparent summer air in early fall
The quiet comprehending of the ending of it all
That Funny Feeling Bo Burnham
I had a few trees that started budding during a warmer week last winter, before getting frozen again.
Some of the buds would literally pop.
They’ve had a hard time all year and a few just died.
“But yea! everything is fine! I could wear a tshirt that one day, noice!”