Winter is Here. aka Great Ass

Summer has left. The pleasurable heat touch of the sun. The long legs in little short on Skin Garden road. The sand. The sights. Now is ice and cool winds.
I wonder if this is symbolic or something, because I am feeling more like that is what is happening to my wandering ways. Those times leaving, and in their stead an urge to be warm against the cold. To cuddle and rest, finally. To, well, relax. Or try to.
Maybe. Maybe. But, in the same way ice leaves again and snow melts, so fades these quiet moments. Or they have in the past. It would be interesting to see what life is like in contentment.
So much beauty in a sexy smile.