I have not written anything yet today, and I am not inspired. Fall is quickly approaching (the first day being Monday, Sept. 22) and with it, my darkening mood. Fall is my least favorite season of the year. The word itself brings to mind an image of me, huddling in a coat which does not keep me quite warm enough, with my hands shoved into the pockets. I’m shivering and looking down at my feet – waiting. I don’t know what it is I am waiting for, but I’m waiting; suspended in time which drifts along slowly and painfully. My cheeks are pink from the wind, and my hair has blown into my face. My shoulders are slumped as I curl inward in the futile attempt to escape it all.
Could you have come up with anything more depressing? Jeez mom!! Love ya a lot, but you need to write about something wonderful for your next post, or else I may begin to cry!
Okay, kid. The next one will be for you.