seasons change
Wow, Fall did hit me like a truck this year. apologies for the despair in my last post! It was both necessary and melodramatic. last week was one of those where the big things I have no control over and the little things I do, teamed up and jumped me and beat my ass into grass. I made it out though, and all of a sudden the air is more crisp and smoky, Dorothy Ashby is playing in my ears, a bouquet of flowers finds me, and things start settling back into place. it's funny how that always happens when seasons change, ebbs and flows... but this year it felt especially sharp, brutal. I've been wanting to leave this city for a long while now, and last week it felt like it was kicking me out spitefully. But oddly enough it's apologized and given me a hug... maybe it thought we'd be better off with a gentle and sweet parting, for old times sake? Fall has always been my favorite here, after all. They never say how dry and bitter tasting the summer becomes towards the end. It's like life is coming back now.