Weather Forecast

A river of light sits just beyond the dark edges of the unseen horizon, poised to burst into morning. Before long, I expect light to flood through the windows. That river of light, spilling from the sky, will flush darkness downstream. But then, as dawn matures into mid-morning, the darkness will crawl back, bringing with it air so thick with tears of the gods that the sky may cry like a wounded water-bucket, its galvanized bottom riddled with holes inflicted by an angry child armed with an ice pick. Clouds, acting like demonic prisms, will amplify the sun’s heat in a conspiracy designed to turn good cheer into beads of sweat and angry curses. The cool breezes of bygone days have left for more charitable climates, leaving us to bake and broil like food for discerning vultures. Those gentle breezes that soothed our skins and our souls may one day return. When the pumpkin shivers, we will know the time has come. We can only hope the pumpkin will, indeed, shiver again.