A Change of Season

I love the fall. Specifically October, because September always depresses me a little. September is when you're supposed to go back to school, and even though I haven't been in school for years, it makes me sad every time that I'm an adult now and I don't have that roiling sense of opportunity and challenge that new classes always meant for me. But this is not about that. October is a whole nother animal. October isn't being disappointed at not being young and changeable. October is dark and serious and everything feels like an omen. October is sweaters and tea and wind and boots and melancholy instrumentals and apples and rain and thick literary tomes and crunching leaves and grey skies and waking up to the chill before the sun has risen and feeling it on your cheeks when you're waiting on the morning El.

Eventually, winter will come, and all the romance and mystery will be replaced by annoyance and aggravation. But that's a way off yet.