Summer

A very strange thing happens to me in warm weather, apart from an inability to sleep in late and sudden craving for mango and watermelon.

I suddenly became very aware of my own mortality.

This isn't morbid, it's not that I fear I will suddenly die. It's just that I am very aware of how strange, how magical and how mysterious it is to be a real living thing on this planet. I am more honored by the temporary and shocking physicality around me, I am more charmed by how I have grown.