I was walking home from piano today. (Not the best opening sentence ever, but forgive me...I'm just warming up here.) My backpack was full of books, including the complete Mozart sonatas, and my sickly neurons beat their angry fists against the back of my skull. The sun shone like it had just been the subject of a bad review, and felt it needed to prove itself. ('I am afraid that Mr. Sol's brilliance has waned in the last several years. Perhaps we would do well to turn to fresh talents, rising stars in this universal field, who may be better equipped to light up our lives.) A little girl pushed a wheelbarrow, the sky was blue, leaves crunched under my feet....
Of course, that was the big event. It took me awhile to realize it, too, like something you'd expect from a cartoon character. Leaves crunching under my feet, in what I felt was still the middle of summer.
Part of me, unsurprisingly, was all 'oh man where did all that time go', but part of me was actually quietly pleased about the matter, because I love fall. And not just because I get to wear coats. I love fall in all incarnations, the beauty of october and the gloom of november (september is less interesting). In some ways, I like it better than winter, because after fall there's winter to look forward to. (And what do we have after winter? The gloopy, slushy ides of march. Also the rest of the month, which I'm always glad to get out of my system.)
Too tired to write any more.
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I'm always way too excited when the desktop weather application that got installed when my computer got wiped tells me to watch for severe thunderstorms. It blinks a little red and white lightning icon that makes me go all fuzzy inside.
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