The Summer Night is not hot enough anymore.  It chilled down enough that I need a scarf wrapped around my arms and neck to accompany the midnight moon.

For two short weeks the hot summer night was so inviting with its hot hug.  The dark heat was heavy with its continuous embrace.  The cling of sassy summer was humid and relentless, like a middle school crush.

This all-encompassing heat is a consistent reminder that winter’s minty demeanor is far, far away.  This is why I like to be hot when I sleep, to toss aside even the lightest of sheets, and sail away to kingdom of dreams uncomfortable in the comforting heat.