Source: Thank you Carol @ Radiating Blossom
Tag: chill
I want to spend Saturdays and Sundays
“I’m sick of watching the shirts with sleeves hang lonesome in my closet, I want to put them on and let you take them off. I want to wear the kinds of things that don’t slip off in an instant, the kinds of things with zippers and buttons and layers and depth. I want to feel soft, I want the comfort of a comforter, I want to spend Saturdays in bed with all the windows open.
I want to spend Sundays in cars with the windows open, too, driving to fields where apples and pumpkins grow. I want to taste the thick of fall in my mouth, in pies and brews and hot coffee. I want confusion over whether or not to wear a jacket and confusion over what hue that tree was three weeks ago, I want everything to change so that I can feel like there’s reason to be alert, like there’s a reason to wake up again.”
—Stephanie Georgopulos, from “I’m Sick Of Summer”
Photography: Claudio Maltesta. Poem: apoetreflects
T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week
That moment of pure pleasure
Now. September 22, 2013. 4:44 PM.
It is the summer’s great last heat,
It is the fall’s first chill: They meet.– Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
Credits: Image – Hungarian Soul. Poem: Farmer’s Almanac