Waking up to rain
again.
Waking up to no sun
again.
It feels as if my heart is in a vacuum
and it is being squeezed waiting for sun.
I do not mind the change of seasons.
I do not mind giving summer up
and wandering into fall.
What I mind is the unexpected
messiness of it all.
I love the crispness of fall.
But it is not crisp yet.
It is soggy and the trees are barely
acknowledging that there is a change.
The leaves have not fallen
nor do they even look close to doing all that drama.
They are holding onto their green ness.
They are not letting go
and flying through the air in a dry swirl.
I guess that growing up in an environment of
leaves in layers of colors
in the fall
is just not part of my world now.
I guess that the soggy continual
sputtering of rain
must wash my windshield
and dampen the sidewalk
and not effect the trees at all.
Not cool enough.
Not fall enough
yet.
I guess patience is more for spring
and summer changes.
It does seem faster.
Faster to move into those seasons
because it just seems to be hotter.
Damp
soggy
morning.
The Change of Seasons is Messy.
