From September to December

From September to December,

If September could speak, what would she tell December?

She’d say,

My dear December,

How are you? How are you handling the cold? It must be tough. I can only imagine. Hmm… imagine. I sit here cosy in my blanket sipping on my latte. I sit here and imagine what you would be doing. Covered in snow, I bet. How is it then that all my memories of you melt my heart away?

I spent all year taking care of our little tree. Spring was kind. The leaves were flourishing.

Were.

It’s been tough without you lately. Seeing our leaves that were once green dried and fallen hurts me deeply. I’m sorry I couldn’t save them.

Last night, I had a dream. It’s four months from today; it would take me four months to get you. Our little tree had grown. Although the leaves turned red and fell, I saw little kids stomping on them and giggling and it got me thinking. Maybe, maybe the fall was necessary. Maybe, the fall led to roots digging deeper. Maybe the fall fertilized our grounds. Eww. But it makes sense. Right? Maybe the fall made the laughter louder than it would have been.

Leaves grew back; not the same kind. Better, greener, newer.

And then, the most magical thing happened. It was fall, all was orange and the air smelled of coffee.

I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, four months had passed and you were there.

When I saw your eyes, the trees lit up. THE TREES LIT UP.

Songs filled the air, all was white and it smelled like chocolate.

But most importantly, you were there. You whispered to me

“let all stars fall

This time,

I’m not letting go”

Another leaf fell, and I woke up.

I think my dream is a message.

If you don’t believe in that, believe that I do. I’ll take you there.

Forever yours,

September