I haven’t awaited your arrival eagerly this year.
Yet you are here.
I counted no minutes or seconds to your advent.
Yet your presence is a pleasant welcome.
Every year I have been detesting the heat that precedes you.
Every year, I curse it’s existence.
But this year, I, unknowingly embraced it.
I seemed to have made peace with the sweat.
Your emergence has brought no excitement.
But it’s not spreading melancholy either.
Looks like I have grown as a person.
I seem to embrace all the seasons.