winter, summer solstice

because summer means feeling alive.

grace was a summer-born baby, and she belives she was born then for a reason. she is pale, but her skin doesn't burn. she loves curling up under the warm blanket of the sun and feeling the cool grass tickle her arms, and as the night gets colder she tries to count the stars in the sky but she doesn't know what comes after eleventeen hundred. grace loves the mystery of autumn. she tries to guess what shade of orange each leaf will turn as it unwraps its green cloak and reveals its true skin, but she usually guesses wrong. grace watches the leaves slowly die as they tumble to the earth in a final farewell, and then she cremates them in a bonfire to keep warm on cool nights. grace hates the cold, and by association the season of winter as well. she looks at everything as stripped down, bare, and naked. grace feels exposed in the overwhelming white world. the chills that send shivers up her spine haunt her and her breath escapes like ghosts who died of frostbite. grace relaxes as winter thaws out into spring. she admires the miracle of melting snow and jumps in the puddles on her way to school. she takes a picture of the grass every day because she likes to see how it resurrects from dead brown to lively green and starts off anew. and once summer shifts the earth, she will, too.

Author's Note

please crit anything that doesnt flow well or that sounds out of place!! i am new to this style and i'd like to improve it. also if you have a better idea for a title, that would be nice... :^]