hear the crunch of lifeless leaves underfoot and smell the fading of fall. i'm going to concentrate, for the moment, on writing the life that i am no tliving. i'm going to write the things i don't do but want to. i feel prevented, or is prohibited a better word, from living the life and doing some things i want to. perhaps i am not even where i am supposed to be right now, so i'm going to write about where i should be, and so on.

nights get cooler and necessitate a sweatshirt. stars shine brighter as their light seems to reach us faster. the air feels calmer, time feels just a bit slower. the colors overwhelm with the sight of life passing out of the veins of plants for another year.

its my favorite time of year. apple cider and pumpkin patches, long walks with hot chocolate, light festivals, camping somewhere in the wonderful cold desolation of a tent. hay appears. i miss many thing during fall and i also become energized. like spring, you can sense change around you. i want to spend as much time as possible outside.