This time of year, where summer starts to make way for autumn, I miss people more than normally. These are the days where I feel like holing up and drawing the curtains. I want those people around me, making sure they are okay and want for nothing. Some of these people are dead, some of them gone and forever outside of my reach but it doesn’t take away the longing to protect them. How primal. It’s strange, since I don’t even have a home to welcome them in, something I’ve been considering a lot as of late. Time for a change, perhaps.
