goodbye summer house

    Summer of 2010 has closed its door forever, leaving me on the welcoming mat in wonder. I stare at the hands that still grip the door knob and notice there are freckles that mark my days in the sun, creases that show more than the passing of time, and worn down fingernails that were chewed in many fits of anticipation. Alas, it is time to let go. If i turn now, I will see an empty road beckoning me to another house of which to furnish with new experiences. There is a stillness in the air around me, not even a particle in motion. So much that, if I were to stir, the effect would ripple its way across the atmosphere so that every blade of grass would sway to the rhythm of my movement. The universe pends in anxiousness, awaiting my answer to its call. Will I leave the door step to resume the time continuum? To shatter the frozen state of the world I have created, so that life can go on? I hope the new house has as many windows as the latter... and I hope that when nightfall creeps its way across the horizon, I will not be afraid of the darkness it brings. With that, I purse my lips in a line of confirmation then close my eyes. Letting go the brass knob of my summer home, I exhale, and turn to face the great abyss.