There's something about fall that always makes me want to write. It makes me want to blog, journal, write poems and songs, etc. ... everything except write that french paper I have due monday. I could be doing that, but am? No.
I did however do my favorite homework today, for my favorite class: read the paper. Brilliant. Just the type of homework I don't mind.
Yes, there's something just so inspiring about the now chilly, dreary weather. Even when I don't like the weather, I like it. I'm not a huge fan of the light mist, but I'd take it over the typical july/august air density any day. Something about that little chill that we all get - at least for the first couple weeks of fall, if not the whole time - is an avid reminder of the fact that we're alive. We're freezing, but we're alive. It's a weird kind of shock that's refreshing at the same time.
The air just seems to smell better in autumn, too. It smells fresh, and crisp. You can smell the leaves before they drop.
There's a magnificence and a splendor to fall, even when it's gray, - or maybe that's just my opinion. Not to mention, sweater season!! Can't deny the greatness of that!
(bear with me, I haven't been writing for pleasure all summer long, and I don't have time to edit this so I just want to post it as is; it may suck.)
