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Monday, September 26, 2011
It's not that I don't like autumn. Or Fall. I usually call it Fall. It's the transition that gets me. The in between. I know I've written about this before, and wait until we change back to standard time. Oh, how I will go on about light leaking from the sky. The metaphors will get waist-deep around here.
Maybe it's change that I didn't choose that I object to. Even after a lifetime of it, I can't quite abide it. But I will enjoy the satisfying crunch of a maple leaf under my shoe, or the wet granola smell of the sidewalk after a sudden rain. I will enjoy soup steam in my face from a new yellow bowl. More lap time from the cats. Those small offerings I can accept.