because, despite years of practice, I was never good at it always granting extra points for sweet smiles or rainy days and handing out the harshest judgements to myself and a well-loved few.
So, I quit. You be the judge. Not because you’ll be good at it–(O, I pray for you to be lucky, to fail) but because autumn is here, flagrant and brilliant, tapping my shoulder over and over. I am too busy looking and saying thank you to judge any more.