It’s Late
While the October days brought out rakes, gloves, light sweaters mayhap even hats of the latest fashion trend back east, I was staring at green leaves basking in gold warm glows from cloudless skies. Sleeves were still cropped short, sunglasses still gathering rays, flip-flops still abundant under desks…
I kept waiting for that first frost that would change the world overnight.
But even Halloween night was one no one shivered through. Not of cold anyway.
The flies were my sign. I was used to sitting at a umbrellaed table eating lunch with fellow classmates unconsciously swatting at flies wafting lazily in ovals around our heads, food, papers… And suddenly they weren’t there anymore.
“It’s here.”
“Yeah K, the answer is here. Welcome back to the world.” he smirked. Everyone else smiled along. I am known for my welcome back to worlds. I shrugged.
The leaves blew the next day, marking the footpaths, littering the immaculate green lawns, sticking to doors, smoothing creases in the silent air.
Jackets. Hats. Scarves. Boots. Umbrellas. Gloves.
Hot chocolates. Mugs. Pastries. Steam.
Red. Rust. Olive. Gray.
Tissues. Sniffles.
Chill cold.
Fall.
Tardy.
But here.
Nice..
Comment by Austen — November 21, 2006 @ 5:13 pm
Yeppie! Quite nice–but don’t forget rain and brown paper-bag-wrapped books–and glad I am that it’s here. (Cannot wait for YOU! to be HERE here).
Comment by TigerlilyIndiana — November 22, 2006 @ 3:46 pm
Hah, good for you. We’ve had it for a little while now.
Comment by Justin — November 25, 2006 @ 12:42 am