This is not about being gentle, but fierce and fervent.
Candid, never unkind; mind awakening and sharp {to the point it hurts no more
than a harmless bee sting in the midst of spring}.
The dog days are over.
The dog days are done. Wake up, wake up! It may be summer in your brain,
but not in your heart. It’s beating and begging to shed its rust-colored leaves
because autumn, my love, is already here.
All I ask you is to not fear change. Change is vital for the season of flowers,
bloom and growth. Change is constant, like the ceaseless tides of the ocean
that roar to the moon and silently crash against the soft sand. Change is
welcoming winter and its frigid storms, without ever succumbing to its cotton
white fur {hold on tight dear, there is no chilly soul that cannot be fixed with a hot
cup of time}.
Let the sun eternally shine and wash away with warmth every
season of thy life.
~D
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