It’s almost fall and I still haven’t had the chance to see you. I waited back home through June to late August, hoping you’d stop by for a while, but if you came I missed you and I never heard anything about your arrival.
I promise I waited diligently. I looked outside every day in hopes I’d catch a glimpse of you; I even wandered to the beach twice because there were rumours you would show up, but I only encountered rain and wind and they were unwelcome visitors when I was looking for you. Most of the time I stayed home, looking for any sign or whisper that you’d arrived.
I found heat a couple times and they said they’d seen you just a little while before. I found sunlight and they said the same, but the two must have had another fight because they were never willing to hang out at the same time. I figured that, whatever happened, that’s why I haven’t seen you yet, either.
For a while I was away from home, visiting Whitehorse up in the Yukon for the first time. I thought maybe I’d catch you while I was there, but it seemed like I just missed you. My plan was to round up heat and sunlight and force them to make up in hopes of drawing you out, but you showed yourself back home the second I left town.
To say the least, I’m frustrated.
I know it’s not entirely your fault… sun and heat were part of the problem too, and all the fires and smokey skies definitely didn’t help. All that made me pretty hesitant to be outside, too. But all I wanted this summer was to hang out at the beach and swim and for once, get out of the house. I just couldn’t make that happen without you.
I hope you change your mind before it’s too late, and at least give me a chance to spend some time outside with you.