Halloween has, by no wish of my own, become for me a holiday of mourning. I mourn for that which was taken away from me, for everything I missed out on because my mother forced me to grow up too soon. I mourn for my childhood that was cut short.
Month: October 2021
A Day in the Park
Autumn in Phoenix is certainly not like autumn in other places—places where you actually get four seasons a year instead of a nearly year-long summer with a few weeks of winter sprinkled in. I’ve never liked Arizona, never felt truly at home here in the southwestern desert. It dries out the soul, makes it crack and shatter.
Wayward Musings 