Today, I walked out into the morning, and was swept up in something that I wasn’t expecting, and was pure and wonderful.

That feeling of approaching autumn. It almost made me want to cry. I could feel September in the air out there, in this certain way the wind touches, and this clean smell (washing away the normal hot garbage fragrance of my street). I’ll wager that autumn, in particular September and October, is my absolute favorite time of year. It’s so tingly and perfectly balanced between those feelings of happy and sad, remembering the past, and looking forward to the future. You get to start wearing blankets again gradually. You get to walk around and have that crunchy leaf noise, and have somewhere in the back of your head, that twinge of terror, that remembrance of having to go back to school after the summer. For me, its almost like fall is the time of year where everything is folded in on itself, and all the other falls kind of fold together and touch each other, and you can almost reach out and grab them. Hehe. I like that folding analogy. It is also the time of year thats most like when you are folding your laundry after taking it out of the drier. It’s done with all the wet action, and done with all the hot action, and you just have that nice warm clean feeling, and that great smell, before you put the clothes in the closet for a while, until you need them again. Who knew washing clothes was such a great image for how the year works. Hm, maybe thats just some part of my mind trying to remind me I need to do laundry.