I'm having some difficulties with my legs today and I can't set still long enough to write anything. It's a bitch when you can't walk, sit, or even lie down without pain. On the first anniversary of September Eleventh I was growing a little tired of being reminded of what had happened, of course it was all that was on TV for that week. I didn't want to just forget about it, but I wanted something lighter to dwell on. Why should I let, or we let the acts of a few disturbed people bring us down and keep us that way. This is one of my first attempts at writing anything. September is one of my favorite times of the year. For one it's my birth month and everything is changing, it's getting cooler and deer season is just around the corner. Theres nothing I like more than to be outside on a cool overcast day, there is something surreal about it to me. Anyway I've thought of changing this several times, I know it could be improved upon but I leave it as is, the original way I wrote it. I know it's the wrong time of year but it's in there somewhere. Maybe I'll feel better later on. Good day.

“Seasons Change”

Fall begins, the weather breaks, the leaves turn. The squirrels, the birds, and all of God’s creatures scamper to gather enough food for the winter. The wind starts to pick up, there is a smell on the air that we have not smelled in a while. On days that are clear, the sun does not shine as it did but it is still bright. What was once a blue sky is more gray now. A coolness in every breeze tells us there is yet another change coming. This is a more calm time of the year, time to get out last years jacket, maybe a sweater or flannel shirt. Don’t forget to put another blanket on the bed. A long sleeve shirt becomes a topic for an argument from a small child that says “ah ma, do I have ta?” We get to put the lawn mowers away for six or seven months and get out the leaf rakes. No more running outside in our bare feet or just slipping on those sandals you keep by the door. Gradually it gets colder, the days shorter, time to set the clocks back. Sleep comes easier on a cool night wrapped up in an old quilt that Grandma made. Halloween, Thanksgiving and then Christmas, time to see if those lights still work that you did not take down last year. The first big snow. Excited children wanting to go out and play. What was a pristine white blanket covering the yard, now in the evening is a clutter of little feet print, snow angels, and a little crooked snow man with twigs for arms and an old hat from Grandpa. But this also shall soon pass. A different smell is in the air, a warmer greener smell. We notice the days slowly getting longer, there is more noise and clatter during the day now. The squirrels and birds are moving for a different reason, there is more chasing in the playfulness, little ones running around seeing the world change for their first time. Then the rains start to come, bringing with it the flowers and all the colors of spring. The clocks go back forward. We went from jackets to coats and now back to jackets again. Warmer and warmer, soon we put the jackets and the blankets and the boots away. Where are those sandals? Still more rain, too much when we don’t need it and all the time knowing there won’t be enough when we do. Hey, it’s not just getting warmer, it’s getting hotter! And why are all these kids around and underfoot? Summer break already… barefooted kids, popsicles, and juice. It’s getting too hot to go outside again. Work, pick up the kids, stop by the store and then dash home before the Heat-Monster gets you. Man oh man, is Fall ever going to get here?

Sept. 10th, 2002