summer changing into fall makes me prone to sadness. i want to sit at my parent's kitchen table as a seven year old on a cool fall day slurping a bowl of soup and a glass of chocolate milk. i want someone to hold me, and i want it to last- the holding and the season. maybe it's the fact that i know it won't last long that makes it easy to get lost in fall, and let myself feel crazy for a little while as the whole world transitions. i can easily say it's not permanent and soon it will be winter and i will be okay again. a long winter, time to be hardy and strong against rough winds and blowing snow. there is no time to waver then, not like now when the leaves are deciding every day whether they should hold onto the branch for one more hour or if they should let autumn take them down.
down.
down.
down.
down.
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