twigs in the sand

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you always say you love summer more than winter. you say winter's heart is as cold as it's weather, and that summer's love is as warm as the humidity hanging in the air. you love going to the beach in summer and hate ice skating in winter but sometimes you go anyway. instead of Jack Frost nipping at your nose, there are hermit crabs pinching at your toes. instead of peering in to window holiday displays downtown, you peek into tide pools and watch the electric eel slither through and the starfish pressed to the sides like snowflakes.

you say that winter's coldness makes you feel numb but in summer you feel like you're about to overheat and explode. but you say that at least in summer you feel something. you say it's better than feeling nothing. you tell me you hate to live according to season but there's just something about it you can't help.

you say you don't know why spring and autumn aren't polar opposites for you too. you say it's just summer and winter, that they're just times in your life where you feel especially alive, or like you're about to die. i know you were born in summer. i know that's when your life started, and maybe that's why you feel the most alive.

i wish i could say the same for myself. but for me, seasons are just markers of time, letting me know the year is passing; just like when you go to the beach in summer and stick a twig upright in the sand for every hour that you've been there. time passes differently for you and me but it also passes the same. my time is in the turning of the tree's leaves and your time is in the branches that you break off of them.

time passes differently for you and me. but it does pass: day by day, season by season.

Author's Note

any awkward phrases/transitions/anything? should i omit or add anything? how do you like the last line? opinions wanted :)