seasonal depression
spring has sprung and it's creeping it's way into your life. flowers bloom as you pass them, vines grow up once-dead trunks, herds of deer start to make their way back into your line of sight. your fingers are sticky with raspberry residue and your knees are scraped from climbing up forest trees earlier that afternoon.
a love letter to summer warmth and short sundresses and crickets singing in a nearby field. to nights spent reading by the window and days devoted to picnics with dear friends. to sparkling night skies and the people whispering up at the moon.
winter has arrived at last. the world has decayed around you and snow is piling up in the streets. there are fairy lights strung all across town as a reminder that even the coldest months can be warmed by the cheer of those closest to you.
autumn is the time for overflowing hot chocolates laced with caffeine, for oversized knit sweaters, for late night drives fuelled by the smashing pumpkins. it's the time of the year for watching old horror movies and pretending to live in stars hollow.
