time change

The US.
October 2005.
Three o’clock on Sunday afternoon.

Inside: the freshly backed apple pie cools off on the stove top while I soak a new Earl Grey tea bag in my mug―courtesy from Starbucks where my room mate works. The dishes clean and the work surfaces wiped with a clever vanilla scented trash bag in place.

Outside: all the pecan trees stir with great difficulty as their branches still carry full loads of green when November is but two days away. No kids playing on the lawn today. The gray skies chase families to television sets, board games, pullovers. Orange pumpkins turn cold and costumes get stored untill next year.

Four weeks of school left to go: what became of this semester? Thanksgiving and a brief break before Christmas and then the year passes too. Forever finished. What will I show for this season? Finding my life’s ambition for the first time perhaps?

Eight time zones east: my parents get ready for bed with the expectation of celebrating mom’s birthday tomorrow. Spring well away, jasmine smells hypnotize the garden thirsting for relieving summer rains soon. Momentum climax as the southern hemisphere races to year-end.

Dallas.
Texas.
Saving daylight.