summer calls for colours. for bare ankles and straw hats. sunglasses glinting in the bright light. summer calls for love, more than any other time of the year. when happiness seems to be in fashion, the right fashion. vulgar words, vulgar thoughts dissipate into the humid hot air. and even a dark hole fails to shelter shut kindness. seedlings of affection grow from between the concrete pavements of a dry disposition. somedays love is elusive. wet grains of sand that stick then fall through. but there is kindness. kindness and affection. at least then there are love's cousins. close enough.
2 comments:
I think winter calls for love... with the warm embrace of a fire place and the kiss of a hot chocalate.
So maybe you just have the seasons wrong.
Remember also that the cousins have their own advantages too.
hey! didn't know you read my blog. haha. winter's always depressing for us single people =P
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