Oh, Winter Quilt,
I was so excited to put you on the bed last fall. Your rich colors made me yearn for you. I was tired of white and the crispness of the sheets. I thought instead of cold winter nights and snuggling under you.
But I am fickle. I am tired of the cold, the wind, the gray skies. I want to wear summer nightwear and feel (and smell) the sheets that have dried in the hot sun. You make my soul heavy. I crave lightness. I want the white quilt back with it's thinness and lightness. Cool pillows on which to lay my head on a hot summer day.
I think that I may pack you away early.
But as I said - I am fickle. Come July, when I have tired of the hot sun, I will look at you again and dream of cool nights, heavy pajamas and the feeling of your softness against my face.