it's not good-bye but farewell

I found this postcard on my step this morning - this is what it read;

My dearest Michel,

We've had a wonderful couple of months you and I but now I must go. Autumn is on its way and I need to make room for him. I will never forget the sunsets we shared over the lake and that evening we strolled through the park. Do you remember that night? I will never forget it. I gave you a few thunderstorms because I know they are your favourite and although I tried to keep the mosquitoes off you this year, I just can't compete with a force like that. What is it with you and the mosquitoes?

Anyway, in a few weeks, when things start to get cold - the wind picks up and it seems unbearable - close your eyes, put your hands on your face and feel my warmth on your skin. It's not good-bye but farewell.

I will return. I promise and when I do you will forget I was ever gone.

Yours,
Summer

So its official. Summer broke up with me - I knew it was coming. I will get over it with the help of my good friend Autumn - it is a big help when he brings me the golden dancing hues like the one pix-olga captured here. Wow. Summer who?

I'll miss you,
Michel
xox

untitled by pix-olga