summer still tastes good on my tongue

quiet notes from my journal #6: i don't want to hear about autumn right now

this post is for paid subscribers only, but if you’d like to support finding quiet and get extra posts in your inbox with some creative writing (like this one!), journal prompts, media recommendations to help you pause and think and more, consider upgrading your subscription today <3

---

i’m still sipping on the remnants of an ice-cold cordial that i’ve got the ratio between sickly sweet and much too bland just right. i’ve still got my birkenstocks waiting by the door like a dog desperate to go on a walk. i’m still much too excited when i see the weather forecast display a huge sun and nothing else and a temperature that starts with a two, even a three, because it means the sun isn’t quite done yet. and that’s great because neither am i.

yesterday i felt the sun slowly burn the back of my neck while i worked in the office. i don’t have the most exciting job in the world so sometimes, this is one of the most impactful moments of my day. i’d much prefer this than a big load of work to arrive on my desk or for a new announcement to happen where i’d have to contort my face into something that appears like it cares. i’d rather the burn. i never know how i cope without spinning on my office chair to soak my face in sunrays every so often so i can forget where i am for a moment.