When it was hot, we'd dip our undershirts in the water bucket and drape them over the tops and backs of our heads, holding them in place with the wide-brimmed straw hats that kept the sun out of our face. When I was a kid I thought the dirt turned the men brown. I didn't know it was the sun. I wondered if they could wash it off.
When it was cold, we'd put on all the clothes we had, trying to cover every inch of exposed skin. We'd stuff our hats. When I was a kid I'd peer out through the windows at the workers in the cold. I thought they were all smoking to stay warm. I didn't know it was the steam from their breath. I wondered how they held their cigarettes.
Spring and fall are the good times, when you can just wear your clothes. Autumn evenings are the reason we work so hard to stay alive in the summer and winter. Autumn evenings are where the idea of heaven came from. When I was a kid all my best dreams, the ones I still remember, came in autumn. You were one of those dreams. I remember you with my whole body. Some part of my heart thinks of you all the time. Some part of everything I do is for you.
Sometimes, when it rained, ghosts came up out of the ground. I'm sure there's some other explanation, but I don't want to know what it is, because one of those ghosts was always you. I always tried to pick you out of the crowd, but I never could. When I was a kid you died. I didn't know what to do. I wondered why.
Seasons always change, and we get by. We love the autumn, but we have no choice, sometimes, but to dig a hole in the ground and bury all our plans. What else can we do? Winter sets in and we change our clothes and keep working.
It's a pure fiction, not a personal confession. It's a little wistful, so I apologize of you're easily affected by such things. It's autumn where I am, so be happy.
Hello, friends. Tell me something, anything.
Later. Love.
