𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙. 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑. 𝐴𝑛 𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ, 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛. 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑝, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑑𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠.
𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝐴𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝐼𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒? 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒.
𝐴𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑠.
𝐻𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠? 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚? 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒?
𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎?
𝐴𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑥?
𝑂𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒?
I'm pulled from my writing when my phone rang. I set my pen down and closed the book. I grabbed my phone and answered it.
"It's Eddy."
"Ed, it's Carlton, we're gonna to need you in for tomorrow." He explains through the static. Carlton is my boss at a car place I work at.
He's also the only person that cared to give me a chance to work because in the eyes of others I'm apparently essential.
"Tomorrow is Wednesday and it's also my day off." I firmly explain.
"I know but Jimmy got sick. It's not like you're working for free anyways. Or have anything else better to do."
In truth, he's partially right. Siville is a quiet, low populated town with nothing much to do. And for me, it was an off the grid move.
I forced a grin. "You are absolutely right. What else is there to do? I'll be in at nine as always."
"Yeah, see you there."
He hung up and I set my phone down. I glanced down at the cover of my journal, as some may call it. I think the word is a bit puerile.
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