Invitation to a Party

The leaves change and the rest of us change too. Halloween arrives and I love it because it is fresh and alive, like everything else should be. To think that life could potentially turn into my entrance to a great party every time. Would that be too much to ask for? I don’t suppose so. I already have the invitation. To know that anything I want, anything I seek, anything I crave for, anything I need, I already have. I do not need to wonder. I do not need to search. I already found it. Long ago. But I was asleep, wasn’t I? Otherwise, how to explain what I lacked: the understanding. Let’s party. Let's just forget it all without trying. And party. 

The Cold

The days just run past me. I bike after them, but I’ve never been good with hills. October seems rushed and short, as if the summer was too long and the winter cannot wait. I hike, I run, I jump, I dance my way around. Was it really a month ago when I came back from the beach and walked around my apartment in my bathing suit?

The cold arrives uninvited. I’ve never liked uninvited guests. I wake up and the house is cold. I pretend it is not true, that it will never happen. At school we get ready for the festival and I receive the sheet music for the songs in Japanese. But during rehearsal the breeze steps in and shuffles everything. I search for the sun by the sea behind my apartment but it is happening: people are fishing with long-sleeved shirts on, there is no sun, and I must find the cardigan I put in my bag, just in case it wasn’t a lie.

I start working on a new novel or maybe it is nonfiction. And I wait to see how cold it could all get.