Another awesome phrase. I'm applying this to girls now, or I suppose I have been. I feel like today is a good day for explanations. You know St. P flushed all the snakes out of Ireland today, bet they have such rodent problems.
Back to girls and seasons. Seasons can be short, our winter was very mild. Ironically, her middle name was the starting season. Winter was always my favorite season, I love the pale snow and her cold art. Her frost gives me a reason to get warm. When we hung out she told me to draw, so I drew as a felt. A tangle of blades, at least that's what it looked like. She had just as many problems. Ironic, I drew blades.
I still think about my favorite season. She is giving an ex a second chance. When I was only given one date...
Spring. Oh, I've always liked Spring. Who doesn't. She would disagree. She was my sister's friend who's timing is always wrong. Like spring she can be really warm or really cold. She is the kind to just bloom all your flowers then drop an unexpected frost. I just wanted to like her. And make her happy. Guess her shitty boyfriend has that covered, if he could manage to handle her. When she is cold, you just gotta make her warm. I really liked Spring.
Summer. Belongs to the youth. As an adult, I have to work through summer. Summer is too hot anyways. For me personally. Other than having to work, she is perfect. Just too soon. Damn my luck.
And fall. I hope I do.
