Autumn is in the air.
Acorns from our ancient oak tree rain down and hurl themselves at the ground in an acorn-esque mass suicide. I need two blankets at night, plus a cat to keep my feet warm. I'm typing this outside in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans and I'm literally shivering. Here and there, spatters of redgold leaves are making their appearance, like random spots of paint on a green canvas. Canadian Geese are honking over our heads as they head far, far away. My messenger bag is chock-full of pins and papers and textbooks. And my laptop, too. Squirrels are hiding away their nuts for winter, digdigdigging in first one spot, then another, as they try to confuse any rival rodents who may be watching.
Just now, an acorn fell on my keyboard and typed "o".
But do you know why I love the chill in the air and the suicidal acorns whose last words all being with "o"?
Because I LOVE autumn. So crisp and clean and oldbutnew. A time of friends brought together after a long summer, a time of birthdays and parties, a time of dress-up and candy and being seven once again in the dark dark night. A time of thanks and redgold leaves, that leads into a time of snowsnowsnow and giving and new starts.
Autumn is my absolutefavoritetimeoftheyear.
Autumn makes me feel strong even as I shiver.
Autumn makes me want to write and read and sing and dance and jump into leafpiles.
Autumn is a Spanish dancer whose musky perfume draws me into the woods with my camera.
Autumn is beautiful.