The Changing Seasons

Maybe I am just getting old enough to see the change of a season way too early or maybe it is global warming.  Today, walking into Kaiser, the wind blew and dry leaves fell from the trees and skittered across the parking lot in front of me.  Our sky today was mostly cloudy and it is cool.  Summer has slithered away as if it never arrived.  A strange summer of emotional ups and downs at our house, our tomatoes are ripening late and the corn is stiff and dry awaiting Halloween.

Life has changed quickly here and we both feel odd.  As if the lone survivors from that distress signal, we bob in the water with frenetic schedules, gym routines and dog walks to bolster our emptiness.  The season is changing here quickly too, along with our lives, and we each grieve all that we have lost and wonder what lies ahead.  Each of us have new jobs that shake our comfort zone and test our abilities to soothe ourselves within, savour a hot cup of coffee or mate' with some chocolate and find a movie on Netflix that will make us laugh.  We need to laugh much more.

For us, we are far from family who have their own gatherings in States far from us and our friends seem to have moved onto something else completely.  For me, I felt the loneliness of all that change and tried to run it off, do errands to chase that lethargy and finally come home to my book and some home made popcorn.  Whatever it takes to get through this desert. 

Fall has emerged, sliding in sideways with cooler days, the start of school, the changing light, the sun now lower in the sky and the memory of fall, my favorite season with its chilled mornings and deepening color.  Still, our resident hummer drinks from his red apothecary and darts in and about the sky above the patio, chiding his compatriots for entering his blessed airspace.  He gives me hope that time will ease our individual discomfort and we shall look backwards and see that our troubled times have shed their husks for warmer wrappings.