If we consider the back and side yards of our home as its outside rooms, this is the sad point where those rooms begin emptying – in the way the leaves are leaving, the branches are baring, and the ground is tearing itself asunder as the first hard heaving frosts arrive.
Another winter in a winter state is on the way, as we have four solid months of the frigid season in store, and it all starts in December, which is already only a month away. With the time change, the days end quicker, and darkness descends faster. No one ever seems quite ready for it, or so they say. I’m ready, I just don’t embrace it. Tough enough keeping spirits up when the light is high – this is brutal insult to debilitating injury. Woe to those the least bit depressed.
For now, we hang onto the daylight like some trees still hold onto their leaves. A futile effort, but how heartbreakingly human of us to try. Or how tree-like, since the trees were here first.
