Seasons Change

The train thundered overhead, carrying people home from long days at work. A spark blazed briefly like an arc of lightning casting shadows at odd angles. Cara covered her ears until the volume lowered. It was nearly dark out and the air was chilly. Street lights cast overlapping yellow-orange cones down onto the world. She worked her fingers into a pair of gloves. Her shoes clicked on the sidewalk as she made her way home.

Everyone was moving, nervous to get back indoors. A week ago people were standing about, talking and laughing, enjoying the last moments of summer weather in the Midwest. Each year it came and went, the constant change of the seasons created a cyclical life style always a few moments behind reality.