: the longing of porch chairs

Returning home from work this evening, the porch chairs cast scornful glances my way, eyeing me with contempt, utter
disappointment . Accustomed as they have been to regular attention, meals with the family, the occasional business call, spare minutes spent with good books, and even a couple heart-to-hearts, they have become disgruntled by a great, sudden lack of company since school resumed. Way beyond pouting, they sulk, seething discontent and then affecting an air of bitchiness that only chairs can.

I've begun to dread even glancing their direction, especially on sunny afternoons.
It rained this morning, though. Autumn is in the air. Maybe they will get the message without me having to say it. Maybe Jeff will break it to them. Summer's over, chairs. Chill.