It’s October, and we’ve got 31 days of who knows what in front of us.
Itchy sweaters and asters?
Imagine walking through falling leaves like tossed confetti, missing the green and komorebi.
Ignore the pumpkin spice lattes and the white girl in yoga pants.
It’s as if we all got old at breakneck speed.
If we were to succumb to falling like the leaves, turning like the leaves, and swirling like the leaves,
let’s do it gradually and gracefully.
I see 31 days of weary hearts and droopy eyes.
Into winter we tread, making our way through weeks of autumn and fall.
If and when we finally collapse, and our knees give in, can we just lie on our backs and follow the cracks in the ceiling?
I see 31 days of falling down and getting up, of clenched fists and uncertainty.
It’s October, but that might not have been a pep talk.
My backyard is a place I haven’t set foot in for months and months, simply because I never have a reason to go there. After all, homework rarely requires grass or trees or dirt. I guess that says something pretty sad about me as a person and the way I’m currently living my life. That said, my backyard is one of my favorite places in the house.
As we bid a forlorn good bye to the long days of summer, life isn’t all that sad, because we’re transitioning into autumn.Ahhhhh…finally.
I love summer. Don’t get me wrong! But does anyone else but me start to get tired of the overly tanned people, the mosquitoes, and the constant sweating? I feel it right around the time summer starts to end. Continue reading