It is interesting to watch the world die around me. The trees are withering in the cold. The animals are hiding in warmer places. The youth still go to school, but they don't linger outside. The elderly drive to the corner store. Everything is a little slower.
Even the faux-plum trees in front of my home have let go of their last leaves. The tree that provided my last bit of privacy has molted.
I've had a lot of empty moments in my life, but it never took long for me to fill emptiness with other things. This newer emptiness is more difficult to fill. But how do I explain that in something other than vague gestures, simple metaphors or cryptic sentences?
Think more. Take a picture. No one calls anymore.
A month since I wrote last; why don't I delete it? Why don't I write more?
It wasn't supposed to be this way.
