Cheeks on Seasons - Recycled

Winter is a slow burn, a cut that won't heal, a nagging cough that won’t go away. It yanks the rope on the curtain, making it open and close over and over until I want to scream, “Make up Your Mind!” 

Spring is all hype. It’s the only season that gets to wait behind a curtain. It’s the one we pay dearly for, an expensive ticket. When it finally comes and goes, it feels like you just saw your favorite band come out and play thirty minute set with no encore. 

Summer is wellbutrin, an early retirement in Arizona that makes you realize that it's too early to retire. 

And then there is fall… I remember when I was coming up on the first anniversary of my mom's illness and death, it made me very sad to think that the fall might not be my favorite season anymore. I will always dread the fall as much I look forward to it. In hindsight, my mom’s passing during the fall only reinforced what it symbolizes. It's the season that reminds. It's the enormity of life and death, a billboard that advertises how much time has passed and all that has transpired.