Dear Summer, I am over you. I'm not understanding why you have such a hard time letting go of Texas. Just let it go, please. Summer, you are a clever, wise guy. You slowly began slipping away into breezy, cool days, with a promise by the weather man that you were leaving by mid-week. Only, you didn't leave. You came back with nearly a week full of 90 degree days ahead. What a cruel thing to do.
Dear Fall, Where are you? I miss you. I'm waiting very impatiently for you to arrive with your chilly mornings, and cool afternoons. I am ready to wrap myself in cozy sweaters, pick pumpkins, and drink hot chocolate. Please, hurry up.