In my Evanston, I jump on the trampoline as leaves fall and summer transforms into autumn.
pencil hits paper once more and the roar of students of stampeding from
class to class fills the halls.
nighttime comes on
friday and my family watches movies
winter approaches and joyful children ready their sleds and toboggans.
little brothers list the birthday presents that they absolutely CAN'T do without
even though they know it's just a "tiny bit" too early.
AYSO starts up again and the soccer ball shoots from goal to goal.
the american flag waves to and fro and the sand on the beach rubs between my toes