Fall

I've forgotten how much i love this time of year. It's cold enough to make wearing toasty clothes alright, the leaves are dancing around on the wind, and colors are everywhere. Just as the leaves have returned, so have my impulses to make large mounds out of them and use those mounds as my base of operations for what ever imaginary game may come upon me so unsuspecting. Fall is where i consider the year to officially start. it's where everything else is coming to an end, or just beginning to open up, be that in foliage, or in personalities that will dictate the rest of the year. Fall is where long walks are necessary, and its this time of year where sunsets capture my difficulty to say good bye in those awkward situations, as they say good bye until warmer climates come around.

Speak, say the words that no one else will ever say

Love, love like the world we know is over in a day

-Jars of Clay

I think my itunes knows just a little too much. things have happened this year