The weather has turned. No fan blowing on me for the first time in three months or so. Leaves are falling. Lilies dying.
It’s left me feeling a bit broken-hearted, a bit lost. A bit desirious of change, of moving somewhere fresh, of new things starting up, of back-to-school and soccer games played in the fading light.
A bit wishing it was June again and I had the long days ahead of me instead of behind me. I’m not ready for this winding down. Not ready for the long, dreary winter.
Perhaps I’m being premature. Maybe this turn is only temporary. Maybe I’ll wake up one morning and the sun will be there again.
Meanwhile, these three fictions by Girija Tropp are really, really nice. Go on and read them, why don’t you?
myfanwy collins 