Four Seasons in One Day
By Elizabeth Argall
Biography
It began with winter. Clear, cold. Wish you were here, I don’t
know how to begin without you.
Spring was unexpected, bursting over the covers as Sam, cold wet nose, eyes glowing, slups my face and bounds off, delighted by the joy of breathing and cold, cold air. Yes, I still remember love.
Summer bakes. Sun in my summer kitchen. Eat dry toast. Slowly crunching through eternity. Sam sleeps at my feet, exhausted by the morning’s jubilation. I contemplate calling, but you’re not there yet. Both of us stuck in between, not anywhere yet, just drifting. We’ll call when we get there.
Autumn. Outside Sam wrinkles his lips over the scents of twilight. I can not help but laugh. It is all too beautiful, too innocent and simple. Leaves fall and crunch at my feet. Sam brings me a stick and wags his tail in silent, overflowing supplication.
How can I not love? Call me when you get there.