It's the first day of fall. Some people are loving it, but those of us who worship summer (like me) are in deep intense mourning and the fear in my stomach equates to the fear I felt when Steve Harrington showed up to Jonathan Byer's house with a bloodied face in the middle of a Demogorgon trap.
These are the feelings inside of me I need to express on the death of my favorite season.
When the leaves start to fall
When I notice the days are growing shorter
When people start talking about Pumpkin Spice anything
And when they won't stop.
When it looks like a nice day so I decide to wear shorts but it's chilly AF
When the Ugg boots start to appear with regularity
When someone suggests a Haunted House.
When people try to tell me carving pumpkins is more fun than swimming in a pool
When I realize there are 271 days until summer
So long sweet summer. I held on as long as I could.
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