Seasons were made for fickle people like me. I love all the seasons. I really do. But right smack dab in the middle of a beautiful, perfect, sunny summer, I’m like, ‘You know what’s great? FALL. FALL IS THE BEST. And RAIN. LOTS OF GLOOMY RAIN.’
And then I convince myself I could live in that one season forever. Forever and ever and ever. But I get just as excited about winter, spring, and summer when their turns come. I just like change. (Well, change in the seasons. Not, like, change in life. No. That sh*t is rough.)
I love falling in love with new color palettes, wardrobe changes, holiday decor, all of it.
But you know what? Today is a Perfect Summer Day, and for the moment I’ve forgotten all about my fickle autumn daydreams.