As I stood outside today shooting an outdoor pool, I noticed the color of the leaves were already sounding their big exit. It brought me to think about this summer, and how it had passed by so quickly. It seemed like yesterday I was rushing around in Wyoming trying to find a restaurant in a town that (from what i could see) only had one horse.

 

These cold nights, and that feeling of the summer slipping away remind me of going back to school when I was younger. My mom would come down to my room and wake me up every day, even though my parents bought me an alarm clock so we could try and skip the daily drama.

If she left for work an hour or two before I was supposed to get up, she would still come down to let me know she was leaving. I thought of it as her way of letting me know who was boss, just because she could.

 

This morning, I found myself engulfed in the warm blankets of my bed, dreading the chill outside my comfortable fort of white. As my alarm clock kept sounding its sirens of consciousness, my hand would brave the inhospitable air and silence the beast... every ten minutes. Until finally, I knew, that the only way I was getting out of that bed, was if Mom crashed through the doors, and clamored words in her stinging portuguese. Those words, at that tone and volume, had the power to penetrate and sting any relaxation into full-scale consciousness. Proving that, the geniuses behind alarm clocks, still have a long road ahead of them.

 

Mom. Do you think you could come down to NY tomorrow morning? I have a feeling its going to be another cold night.

 

Just don’t send dad down if I don’t get up right away.