while the summer air sits heavy on my chest
making it hard to breathe, hard to move
my heart is longing for fall.
living in Texas heat is our language.
hundred degree days lined up for miles
while northerners are breaking out cardigans
we're still scorched in the sun
maybe this summer I'm itching to get away
from the heat
to bring a new season
to bring new life
to bring fresh air
but these are the days we've been given.
you've been given some too.
are you wishing yours away? to something cooler,
something easier, something new?
I hope you'll join with me in enjoying the days.
even if they aren't the ones we long for.
these days are a gift we've been given.