I had dinner with a close friend last night and the person brought my blog up, and how there’s a 360 change from summer to fall and my feelings.
This sounds silly, but maybe the seasons do have something to do with the way I feel. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think about fall and winter is ice skating in Central Park all thanks to my favorite movie. There’s just something about the cooler temperatures that speaks romance, cuddling by the fireplace, hot kisses, and warm embraces. Or maybe I’m getting cursed by the magic wind that is blowing through the leaves and trees because this is not Tamzilla. I don’t feel like myself, and my friends have also noticed the transition.