Tuesday, 21 October 2008

• Currently Listening Raising Sand killing the blues see related

  Leaves were falling, just like embers,
  In colors red and gold, they set us on fire
  Burning just like moonbeams in our eyes.
  
  Somebody said they saw me, swinging the world by the tail
  Bouncing over a white cloud, killing the blues.
  

  i keep listening to this song over and over again.  it's fall.  i love fall.  the leaves are truly on fire against the sky and the air is the kind of crisp that reminds you you're alive.  it's jacket weather.  not quite coat weather.  jacket.  and maybe a light scarf.  hot tea or wine on the front porch with the giant old tree reaching out, lending cover to us.

  someone once asked me why fall was my favorite season, so i described the reminder of things changing, the colors, the brisk cool air, rosey cheeks from the bite.  they said it was weird anyone could possibly love fall.  everything dies in the fall.  it's gray.  depressing.  maybe that's part of why i like it.  i think i befriend depression every once in awhile and in an incredibly sadistic way, i like it.  i didn't mean to accept this dance.  i don't think i was paying much attention.  i just grabbed the extended hand and we embraced.  i don't dance for long with this partner, i become too self conscious and tired.

  on the other hand, i do love the electricity that comes from the changing seasons.  i think i feel more in the fall.  that's weird.  fall and i became friends when i discovered brightly colored umbrellas and mud puddles and fireplaces and cocoa.  we've become great friends, fall and i.  i still appreciate the umbrellas and mud puddles and fireplaces and even cocoa but i've discovered the smell of fresh rain, baked apples in the oven and the feeling of an arm linking in with mine...instant warmth.  books and music by the fireplace have become friends as well.  all one happy little community.  no facebook.  no myspace.  the have tos and run tos don't seem as important.  spiders work their web and set up shop in the corners of my porch.  and raindrops make small splat noises on my painted toes.  wave at the neighbor, sitting across the street facing me.  he's smoking.  dogs being walked by owners clad in jackets and puddle jumper boots.  wine in hand.  geoff beside me.  this is peace.  this is fall.

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