Our coquette summer is quickly drawing near its end, but there are a few more days of sun and warmth (even as the forecast for this morning and day may veer to the more melancholic side of things). With that in mind, it’s the perfect backdrop for a coquette moment – a wistful sigh of longing, a restless reconciliation of losing – and a little coquette song that tries to make up for a rainy gray day.
You were a sunflower
Grown in the wild like a weed
Could be a blessing in a way
That’s what I’ll see (what I’ll see)
I’m just a wallflower
All of the words just won’t come
Oh, what’s the use of calling it quits?
Before I’m done (before I’m)
It’s been a summer that has run the gamut from hopeful innocence and freshness to weary, wary, jaded defilement – a strangely awful trajectory that sets this blog up for a fall unlike anything that’s ever been written here. You are definitely not going to be ready for this jelly. So let’s make the most of these summer days – wretched and rainy though they may be – because this fall is going to get very dark.
