Its the season I get comfortable in melancholy. There’s a history of uncertainty here for me but its a dark cloud with flashes of color and smiles. A new beginning and new faces at school but added responsibility too. That sucks. The days fall darker, rainy, cold. Electric colors in the mist, wood fires scent the air and burnt pumpkin accent.
An accomplished under achiever at school the woods held great adventures and relief from a pressurized contained existence. Self imposed I’m sure but a drag none the less. Getting home, soaked and chilled, making hot chocolate or an egg in a cup. Breaking out the long johns & warm blankets. Lying in the toasty warm bed, freezing your feet and ass in the bathroom till you get in the hot shower.
Now its a reminder that things change. Another year closer to death just like all the leaves that fell. But wasn’t that cool. It still is. Even though the colors have faded, trees are getting bare, all the crap that was hidden is visible again, wires, fences, buildings, litter, there’s something pure about it all, this completion of a cycle. Nearly anyway. I can purge too. Start something new, just not yet. I’m gonna bitterly enjoy for a bit.