So I have a love/hate affair with change. But come September and October, those parts of me that grew up under New England trees with bright red and orange foliage drooping down on me every autumn wake up again and I yearn to have a good authentic Fall season. Alas, I live in SoCal. But we Californians do get all bristly if Imported people claim there are no seasons to Southern California, because there are, and we get defensive if people whine that the leaves don't change color here, because they do. I have photographic proof:
Ta-da. Anyways, so here I am, mid-September, dreaming of cozy blankets and hot chocolate and seeing fourteen year old girls on the street wearing Ugg boots with mini-skirts...wait, scratch that last one. But I love cuddly cold weather and going raspberry picking this weekend sort of planted this itch in me to have autumn just show up already, dammit. and I'm not the most patient person so I'm kind of just...waiting. Waiting for the change, for my breathing to slow down just a bit, for an excuse to wear my new alpaca wool fingerless gloves, for the air-conditioner to stop kicking on at night, for my cat to burrow against my warm stomach at four in the morning and for me to see my breath hang in the evening air when I go for walks.
I'm ready for change. Bring it.
Thursday Thirteen on Saturday
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