My heart is yearning for seasonal change

I miss the feeling of change.

I miss slow-motion kaleidoscope landscapes.

I miss visible transformation that reassures me the way of things is to transform, to change.

I miss returnings. Returning to winter coats, returning to sundresses. Returning to coziness, returning to lazy, sun-drenched beaches, returning to cool, brisk jogs. The familiar that becomes new again and again and again.

I miss reminders of death that include the promise of rebirth.

I miss the looking forward to.

I miss low-stakes new beginnings.

I miss the marking of big time that guards against complacency.

Hell, I miss not sweating year-round. Hawai’i seasonal change leaves a lot to be desired for this highly-sensitive, change-enamored heart.

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