I remember the first freeze like it was yesterday. It was a March day of unseasonably warm temperatures, but we wouldn’t notice the connection until much later. The office building where I worked was buzzing with excitement. People were going for long walks and offsite meetings just for the chance to go outside and feel the warm sun on their faces. It had been a brutal winter, so the sudden heat wave felt like a long awaited reward. It was a day to leave the coats behind and roll up our sleeves and order cold, sweetened drinks from the expensive coffee shop by the park.
I've been tangled in the love of reading all my life. It's kept me cool in the summer and warm in the Fall when the leaves turn apple red and the wind bears it's claws. We've had a lot of adventures together, reading and I, and it's been on those mind-bending and path-twisting escapades where I have found myself in extraordinary company.
Why can making a change be so difficult and yet, we all seem to change so much year to year?
Where do you begin when you’re talking about an ending?
I am tired. The night seems to come so early and the cold seeps through the floors. Two cats are my company, but I am alone. I don’t know why those words seem to sting. Perhaps I am still too new to coming home to empty rooms.