dear heat,

we're done.

you've had your fun. you've been looming over me for almost four months. sure we had our good times. laying in your warmth, only having to wear shorts and a white t-shirt. it was nice for the few months.

but there's a time when you need to say goodbye. need to move on.

i miss wearing sweaters, boots, tights, peacoat and beanies. i miss drinking hot chocolate, wrapping in my warm quilt on a cloudy and blustery day.

however, this is all impossible to wear or do with the "beautiful" ninety degree weather.

i offer you to join me in a protest. summer, back off, make way for fall.