Ghosts of the Winter to Come by IrisObscura on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Here I am, a summer soul with a hint of winter in my heart, sitting where the waves kiss the shore. The sun's still up, but I feel the chill, like I'm wearing a dress made of sunbeams and snowflakes. It's funny, isn’t it? Even in the throes of summer, I can't shake off the shiver of what's to come.

I'm trying to soak up life, but time's a sneaky thief, and I can tell it's eyeing my vibrant days, ready to replace them with frosty ones. Every crashing wave's like a tick of the clock, a nudge that says "enjoy it, honey, because winter is waiting to crash your beach party."

It's not just a season, it's a metaphor, right? The summers of youth, the winters of... well, let's not rush things. But I can feel it, even as I laugh and splash, that one day the tides will turn, and I'm not just scared - I'm ice-in-the-veins terrified.

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Entry to the Synthography Sentiments 2024 Competition at DeviantAI.