Loss of Liberty

The warm summer air is suddenly broken by the brisk breeze of autumn sending chills up and down my spine. It intrudes on the safety and comfort of the lulls of summer days spent daydreaming about the future and remembering the days of the past. A stranger from the land of the unknown and unwelcome, it hits, blowing everything she loves and adores away, pieces breaking apart as they drift farther and farther away. She wishes to fly up away with those broken pieces, away from the incoming chill; she wishes to continue living in the hums of a million crickets chirping in the summer air, daydreams floating around in the light air, just waiting to be grasped. She feels like she’s lost it all to the evils of autumn and the changing weather. All those chances to make something good out of nothing, all those opportunities lost and yet another summer withered away like the leaves on a tree. Good fortune turns suddenly to terrible, incessant torture, ceaseless in its actions, lashes of a slave master’s whip on a tired and weary servant. Where have those days of freedom gone?