August 22, 2006
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I like the fact that I live in a place with seasons. It gives me something to tire of, as well as something I can look forward to.
Is there a place that dwells in perpetual Autumn? Does it exist? If it does, and you know of it, please tell me! I long for this season. I want to wear warm and bulky clothing, scarves, toques (pronounced "tooks" and otherwise called "beanies" or "toboggans" by the severely uninformed) and long pants. I want to smell hot cider and Gluhwein. I want to, occasionally, notice the faint smell of burning wood in the air, and see my breath as I exhale. In this mostly mythical place, one can, at any given time, hear the faint trill of a bagpipe and the war cry of William Wallace. Don't ask me how this makes sense: it just does.
Halloween. The anticipation of Christmas. It all just adds up to make Autumn, hands down, the best time of year. And so, if a stroll through the redandyellowandorange pedestrian walkways while sipping some hot spiced tea, and perhaps puffing on a clove, sounds good to you . . . . come find me in two months and we'll talk!
Comments (8)
drew, you're cool. that's all there is to it.
find me a portal and im there.
Devendra Banhart is cool! He looks like Jesus.
Highly appropriate autumn music I think.
i was just saying tonight at kaldi with the gang that i was soo ready for autumn and how i HATE the humidity right now. thanks for getting me even more excited for it!
I aggree. Autumn is truly the best season of the year. Jack-o-lanterns, scented candles, ugly rags hanging from twine strung across the street and the smell of leaves slowly falling to the forest floor... That is Autumn in a place where you are sorely missed.
Fall is definitely my favorite season. Is there really more to life than waking up to a gray sky and a light drizzle, the big fluffy duvet pinning you to the bed, the embers of a log fire smoldering away in the fireplace? (Apart from sharing this experience with someone).
At this point you put on "Sleeping In" by he Postal Service", pull the covers up and stay in.
Split pea soup at 1 AM in the smoking section of the Double T diner...with a few friends or maybe a really good book (humor or mysetery novel)--a small slice of heaven.
(Also, see the first pic of my post around June 20, 2004 or so.)
fall rules. cloves rule. you rule, drew.
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