Season of mist
Is everyone familiar with that phrase "People are in your life for a reason, a season, or a life time"? I have no Idea who said it originally, but its the freaking truth. The person who gave me these boots and this dress, blew into my life in September of 2008 stronger than the fall gusts that knock trees down around here during that season. She literally moved into my house, and she stayed there . . . during the coldest, darkest time of my life. By February 2009, it was time for her to leave, and her exit felt like the worst earthquake I had ever experienced. Yelling and throwing things and crying and bags stuffed with god knows what and thrown onto front lawns and crazy messes that I won't even go into. Just as powerfully as she entered, she left. I have no Idea where she is now. She is not on my list of letter recipients. It almost feels like that season of time she was with me didn't even exist. She left proof though. In the form of the best vintage clothing, shoes and styling tips I have ever encountered. I don't wear this dress much because it somehow feels infused with memories, as if she put a spell on her gifts so that I could never forget her. I was even thinking of selling it, but I can never do that. I sort of don't want to forget.