I’m happy where I am, but what I would really really really like now

is closure.

A conclusion I can make about everything and everyone important to me.

It feels like autumn in some places in my heart right now. In the middle of sun and snow, vibrant, colourful, but confused. Stay or go, thanks, but no in-betweens.

I can’t wait for next week. I can’t wait for July. I can’t wait for September.

I can’t wait to explore, to travel to places known and unknown, to Welsh countrysides with names I can’t pronounce, to Chesil Beach, to Arthur’s Seat again.

Winter tastes of finality to me. Maybe that’s just how I like it.

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