Sweater Weather

I want it to be sweater weather. I want to wear ugly sweaters and walk Warden and Regrette in these ugly sweaters. I want to walk around the block and then jog around the block with these ugly sweaters on, with the dogs jogging in front of me. I want to drink apple cider. Warm apple cider. Apple cider with a bite. I want to enjoy pumpkin butter on a warm piece of toast. I want to enjoy pumpkin butter on a warm piece of toast while jogging in an ugly sweater, one with a dog stitched onto it!

I want to dig holes in the ground for the dead. That would be nice. I would work up a sweat. My body would ache. I would hurt. But it would be a good hurt. And I would understand then, my flesh and blood in a different way, and cover these things up with ugly sweaters and go on walks and jogs with Warden and Regrette. And I would drink warm apple cider with a bite. It would be delicious with pumpkin butter on toast.

This is what I'm looking forward to. I am not too worried about work. It will happen, as it always happens. I am sure of that. Some things sit like a stone inside my stomach. Mom. Tony. Dad. But other things are like dirt on tractor tires. Brittle. Or at least that's what Homes would always tell them. Dirt on tractor tires always falls off. You forget about it. Sometimes you look at it, but most times, you don't. Most times you don't even think about it.