This is a picture of my street. Isn't that amazing?!??!
I freakin' love fall, and not just because the leaves are so awesome or that their colors highlight the underlying structure of the tree (which is so cool), nor is it because your cheeks are all pink when you come in from your walk or run, nor is it even the sight of all the cute-but-not-cute-enough-to-have-one-of-my-own kids with their little backpacks on....
...it's because you can feel change in the air.
For real. Can't ya? Walking around in the fall, snuggled up in your sweater, don't you get TONS of good ideas? Don't you think, "You know, I really should _________. That would be sweet." Doesn't your head just totally come alive now that it's not succumbing to heat stroke or schmeared with sunblock? Holy crap, man. Mine does.
Summer time, with all its amazing attributes, isn't conducive to supreme mental function for me. I find that I'm dull-witted and slow, not to mention HIGHLY unmotivated. Blech. But come fall...ahhhh, fall......all that goes away and I'm suddenly inspired to do stuff...like learn a new language, get a new job, write more, read more, think more. It's fraggin' awesome.
Things are good in Shelley's world. And though I'm still working on piecing my life back together after my fantastic experience with the Buddhists, I feel the winds of change. Bring on the pumpkins and pie crusts, the beer, the soup and bread, and the solitary mental musings that I particularly enjoy while holding a cup of coffee. Shyeah. That'll be great.
I'd better get outside and enjoy feeling my fingers and toes. Soon, my world will like this:
I love winter, too.
(pictures from here and here)