The light changes, and red-gold, centered with blazing glowing white, fills the sidewalks. I draw in breath; cold, hint of drizzle, the wind picks up, and I shiver. Only a few weeks ago, it was summer, and now winter is speeding toward us. This time then, the sun was peeking above the horizon, spears of light racing upward, showing off the colors of life around me; now, no sun visible, all darkness except the city lights, and the colors are in that darkness, no longer seen. Although I work in the dark time for lack of a choice, I come alive in the light, in the sun, with the colors and warmth. I adjust my hood, and stick my hands in my jacket pockets; it’s only October, but it’s going to be another long winter.
Carolyn Carceo continues to write whenever her girl catkids Blizzy and Bebe let her.