Cornfields
I remember when I was little, and how the littlest thing could simply captivate my entire mind. As a child, there were a lot of cornfields around town. (Way back when, when my little town was not so populous.) I remember driving past them when we were on our way to my grandparents house. I knew it was fall when the cornstalks grew tall and swayed in the breeze. It was my way of knowing when Thanksgiving was coming, and then...in turn, Christmas as well. I always waited for that; that crisp fall day when the cornstalks stood tall and swayed in the breeze. I pass by that cornfield everyday, and I hardly notice it anymore. Maybe it's because of the endless traffic that clogs the road passing by or the whole new world of retail suffocating that little farm, but it's been almost invisible to me for some time now. I passed by it today, though, and I noticed it, really noticed it for the first time in a long time, and I realized that I had stopped looking for the swaying cornstalks in the crisp breeze. And a sadness crept over me, and it dawned on me that it is almost Christmas time...and I've hardly noticed it at all.