My wardrobe is fall but my thermostat says betrayal
It is September. The stores are covered in plaid. Instagram is full of leaves. The seasonal candles are out here screaming names like woodland dusk and haunted cinnamon orchard. Everyone is pretending it is sweater weather.
It is not.
It is still hot. My thighs are still sticking to this chair. And I am personally offended.
I want to be in October. Mentally, spiritually, emotionally, I am there. But physically I am still in an air conditioned prison with a fan I do not even like looking at.
Let’s talk about it.
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