Last frost

When I awoke and went out to my car this morning there was frost covering it. It is the first frost I have seen this year, but it very well may be the last. After a weekend, it is somewhat of a delight to get up on Monday morning, usually cranky, and see the world bathed in that refracted light. I came on in to work with angular sun all around, and down the street and under the buildings and tunnels to where I park. The light got blotted out. Everything was artificial. I thought of Mexico again. I haven’t thought about it in a while. My thought was selfish, it was, once again, of you not being in this town. I haven’t really felt a whole lot of sorrow in the last few days, but I did in that moment. This is not something that I haven’t already told you. I don’t want to feel like I am writing the same words over and over. I came out the other end of the tunnel and into the light. I dried my eyes of their light moisture, decided to smile, and started Monday.