[month of mornings] 6

[ride it out]

7:44 am

Not five days ago I was writing about oppressive heat and a summer that burned long. Then the wind started to blow. It blew a storm right in, and if I was the kind of girl who grew up lickin' her finger and holding it to the sky or watching the clouds and feeling the air I could tell you from which way that storm came, but I can't. I would have to look it up on Google.

Either way (though I wish it were the cloud watching way), the heat broke. Just like that. Where three days ago I could think of nothing but fans and cold salads for dinner, today my friend and I talked of denim and hot chocolate, pulling out sweaters and the smell of an autumn candle. 

Sometimes, no matter how much you believe it's there, you just can't imagine the bend in the road will ever come, that relief and change is in sight. Who ever thought up this beautiful idea of changing seasons? Of the reprieve that you can't see coming but it comes, year after year after year after year? Whoever it was, He has good ideas, that One.