During the summer

I live in my swimsuit

I lay by the lake, wish on each flying fish that passes

I sweat out the stress that built up from the previous year

I walk through waterfall curtains, dancing like a native Cheyenne

I pray to leaves that things will go okay, and that they'll embrace me when they don't

But as October comes

The leaves leave, the curtains close

The stress swells, the fish flee

 I replace my suit with a sweater

And prepare for winter