I’m getting ready to watch the final presidential debate and wanted to squeeze in a post. A slight tangent if I may?…Is this the complete best we could find in America to lead our country? Tangent complete. Now on to my post. Thank you for indulging.
I might have blogged about this before. If so, my apologies. It’s just that it’s the first thing that overwhelms me when the cooler weather sweeps in, and the change of leaves begin to occur. I get homesick. But for what? I try to identify my surge of displacement….my longing to be somewhere else, in a different time. I’ve come to feel that summer is so busy with plans and hot weather, I have no time to reflect. Then as things begin to wrap up…as I begin to clear the flowerbeds of tired blooms, and hear the last obscenities of the crickets that refuse to give up and burrow down…my mind is free to wander. And it always seems to wander to the past. To times of joy. Which ultimately makes me feel an aching sorrow for something so out of reach. When people that no longer grace this earth was around me. When times were simpler, and the only problem I knew was running out of daylight before I finished playing. This is what I’m homesick for. For something which has no cure. For a time that will never again exist. And as I continue to live day by day, new memories are manufactured for future autumns of being homesick.
