She is such a fickle bitch.
And, of course, she must always have her way. She is “one of those” who can never share decisions or opinions. It is “her way or the highway“!
I knew better than to trust her. I have been burned before. But she sucked me back in last week. She was so tempting and I was hungry for what she had to offer. We started hanging out together again.
She has this strange ability to make me want to leave the comfort of my surroundings and my house and explore the world again. She makes me restless. My head tells me that she is dangerous and not to be trusted, but my heart tells me to give in and trust her.
Last week, I found myself sitting in the rocking chair on my porch doing nothing but dreaming. I was making lists in my head of all the things I wanted to do with her. I imagined us doing creative projects in my yard, riding bicycles together through the neighborhood, going on road trips to explore the countryside and traveling to far away places.
She plays on my emotions. She makes me miss the “old me“…you know…the me that was fun, adventurous, and full of life. She draws me out of my shell with requests to join her.
Let’s face it. She seduced me. I fell for her…again. When will I ever learn?
So now I am back in my house with my memories of her. Sad. Missing our week together. It was a wonderful week. She made me feel cool. She made me comfortable. In one short week, she reminded me that life is for living.
But it is over.
I knew she would do this to me. I FALL for it every year!
I am once again locked in my house. I am grieving in the comfort of my air-conditioned bedroom. Will I ever see her again? Will she return to save me?
AUTUMN, are you coming back?
Mother Nature is such a fickle bitch.