eager for the crisp chill of fall to settle into my bones.
my body's at home in the dark seasons,
as if i've been bred for long nights and long conversations with the moon and stars,
alone in an ocean of quiet.
it's peaceful here,
quiet.
and i'm finally content--
no longer hiding from the oppressive heat of summer
or
seeking refuge in stale artificial air.
in this season I embrace contradiction--
dichotomies of hot and cold more comfortable within me.
Steamy tea and cold hands, warm blankets and frozen noses, connection and loneliness
there's space for it all here
to exist peacefully,
non judgmentally,
quietly.
Warm breath like smoke in the night sky.