Sometimes my costume was store bought and sometimes homemade. Occasionally long-thought out and often at the very last minute.
Growing up, autumn was my January, when the going got good. When life- just as it was about to change and pass away- really began. When the heart began to feel again.
My mom would decorate our house with pumpkin ceramics, crackled glass eyes and teeth glowing out the big picture window.
We'd have a Halloween party at school, wear our costumes and do a parade through classrooms, later we'd trick or treat down the street with a pillowcase, at Mommal & Poppal's house, (and when I was older) in the rich neighborhoods.
Wooded walks and bonfires, jeans with dresses and hooded sweatshirts, thrift store sweaters. Black cherry candles and a lead role in the fall play senior year.
There was- and is- always color and crunch and warm sun and cool air. Clouds like mountain ranges, or ocean tides. Last night we had the heat on, then flip flops to walk on the beach this morning. Sweaters on top, toes in the water. Heart in my eyes. And eyes in my heart. Fondness.
the sun bright, my jeans too long, and I don't mind
Fall is what makes it home, the time that convinces me I am artist, writer, lover- it's what drives me through all the other seasons and the only thing on my mind is when I'll arrive here again.
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