I constantly miss autumn. All year long, whenever it is not fall I miss it. Just looking at photographs of those amber/green or burnt orange or scarlet leaves or thinking about Michigan in autumn brings me right back to this intense longing for that most beautiful and evocative of seasons.
Sorry summer. You're lovely and all, and I will enjoy you. Just know that my true love is not with the endless sunshine or beaches, but with the crisp rain and rich scent of autumn. The same goes for you, spring and winter. You're both nice, but not the best thing.
Autumn is my love.
Employmentville, USA
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I have my orientation for the Barnes & Noble Cafe tomorrow evening.
Hurrah!
Now after I get some paychecks under my belt, I can start doing things with
my ...
8 hours ago
3 comments:
I love the way the leaves look when they die.
I have been doing that since high school.
Even when they took off points... I kept on with the colours and favourites and honours etc.
http://www2.gsu.edu/~wwwesl/egw/jones/differences.htm
To Hannah: My what a sadist...
To Chester: I echo your sentiment exactly.
No!
I just think it is ironic.
And anyways... they come back in the spring...
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