In between time.

November 1st, 2018

It’s dark now in the mornings when I wake up, and still dim by the time I pull on clothes, find shoes, clip the leash on the dog, and head out for our morning walk. I don’t mind it as much I dread the falling back of the clock this weekend, the steep descent of night into the late afternoon. Once daylight is gone, so is the day, and with it my will to do the things still left to get done. The back-to-school energy of early fall has played out and the resolution of a new year is yet to come. These are the groggy in-between days — I lumber through them like a bear. 

For the first time I can remember since having kids, there were no Halloween decorations on my porch to step past on this All Saints morning. I never got around to putting them up. My youngest son decided to do a costume at the last possible minute and marched off to his friends house dressed as a ninth grader in a bathrobe and pirate hat. I invited some friends with younger children to be my excuse for joining the neighborhood block party. Since adopting my little terrier, I am always Dorothy on Halloween. It’s amazing how many little kids in 2018 still know who Dorothy is. Everyone admired my hyper-realistic Toto. “I borrowed him from the shelter,” I told them. “He goes back tomorrow.” 


I took a photo of the sad, shut garage door at the end of the street to my friend who used to throw it open to one and all every year until she and her family moved away. “Just so you know you ruined Halloween,” I told her.

Mostly joking.

A season of my life is falling away, and this is the time in between. Some days, like this one, are laden with nostalgia, and memories cling damp and heavy. Others are crisp and bright, hints of new things on the wind, the heart’s giddy rustle and swirl. 



One Response to “In between time.”

  1. Bev says:

    Welcome back! I was happily surprised to see a new post from you.

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