Mating Season

It was in the air last night, crisp like wind, an apple, starched shirts, vodka on the rocks.

The atmosphere chilled to the perfect temperature. As sun sets, the breeze doesn’t so much increase as it does intensify, deepening until it begins an almost ungentle assault on skin. Symbols of the seasons palpably intertwine to convey the distinct impression that it's a renewal moment. We bid adieu to what is no longer in our control. Out of our hands, beyond us, yet because of us, some sort of cycle is about to begin all over again. In these autumn months we seek the company of others, and walk toward companionship, if only to keep us warm, as chill sets up shop and prepares for winter.

As we shift like seasons within our lives, we wish for discernment, for a chemistry both potent and proper, mellifluous and meaningful. We add extra layers to protect ourselves against a coming frost.

You’d call them winds of change, if they weren’t so familiar, so unimaginably same.

Comments

[Coelecanth]

Ah Esther, the world becomes a little scarier and you give us poetry! A perfect response, one that makes me feel a little better about my southern neighbours. Thank you.

[Julie]

Great post, great writing.

[Anonymous]

From your mouth to Allah's ear... May we all have an Autumn bountiful with booty. Me especially.
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[Norma]

Esther. Help me out here. I'm 65 and I think I've misplaced something. I see you in a laundromat eating an apple?

Beautiful writing!

[Anonymous]

Beautiful, if a little sad.

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[darla]

Everyone looks forward to having his special someone snuggle up in bed with them. The warm feel of another's body stops the cold from creeping into and spreading over your own. Maybe singlehood has its promises, but couplehood also holds its own. Being alone and the coming of winter almost have that same effect.