(I know this is a little late, seeing as winter is already wrapping her fingers around this side of the world, but this past fall completely deserves to be remembered via blog).
Fall is...that "walking down a sidewalk under grey skies" feeling
that football and poetry and quiet feeling
the backpack, jeans, and coat feeling
the book-from-a-public-library feeling
creativity and words and music and color
marble composition notebooks and hay rides and bonfires
leaves that change and fall and turn into piles for jumping
hipsters and wallflowers and homecoming queens
philosophy
slowness
togetherness
golden sun cascading down on the bare field with the hay bales
beautiful orange leaves in the gutter of the street
hipster cardigans
frozen toes, kind people, a billion second chances, and spilling my heart out on note cards
tents and stargazing and camping and s'mores
school plays and novel-writing
moments that feel like a scene from The Perks of Being a Wallflower
when the world comes to life, but in a quiet sort of way
the "mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter," in the words of Carol Bishop Hipps.
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bea-utiful!
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