Dog Bites and Bee Stings

I sit in my bed and, through a window, have a view of trees off in the distance. They are swaying in the strong wind. The evening darkness and movement of the branches makes me uncomfortable and sad. It reminds me of the month of October. I think back to childhood and growing up in a good household but nights with weather like this always felt business-like. It would be the school year and Dad came home from work and we sat at the table for dinner and then did some homework and watched sports on TV. Mom probably ran out to the store and I hoped she would make it back alright. I don’t know why I had anxiety growing up but I did and still do. Lighting and weather go far in determining the mood of the world and I am sensitive to that. The month leading up to Halloween is the true death of summer without the cheerful snow of winter. That’s why I don’t like Halloween. It’s a nasty time of angst and anxiety and I can’t help but associate the crappy weather with the holiday that so many love. I didn’t think I would write about Halloween on January 12th but regardless of time of year, when inspired, I can find a way to throw shade at that holiday.