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I've been waffling a bit and angsting some, but things are coming along.
It's autumn, and I'm often very tired. It's a tired that goes well with coffee, so I've grown, organically as it were, my own theory for Seattle's coffee consumption that never mentions Starbucks. In Illinois, you would know the autumn when summer's humidity fled the air to grow dew on grass which, incidentally, I never really liked because when I was in school, I'd have to drag my falling-apart sneakers through the grass and I always had wet socks for first hour. The sky grows wan in preparation for winter, then one day the air turns cold and that's the end of the season.
Washington isn't like that at all, really. The clouds roll in, low, gray, and textured and hang. Their weight is emphasized in showers, like punctuation. It does not rain all the time, but it frequently is wet. So, yes, autumn is the beginning of the wet season.
The trees are the same, though.
I like the fall. The smell is decay, you know, but it's fragrant and sweet and mixed with water. They're leaves. They're nobody you know personally. We must admit that this season is dying and that there's another, one that is about looking out windows and knowing spring arrives, but knowing that sweet air only through memories.
It's autumn, and I'm often very tired. It's a tired that goes well with coffee, so I've grown, organically as it were, my own theory for Seattle's coffee consumption that never mentions Starbucks. In Illinois, you would know the autumn when summer's humidity fled the air to grow dew on grass which, incidentally, I never really liked because when I was in school, I'd have to drag my falling-apart sneakers through the grass and I always had wet socks for first hour. The sky grows wan in preparation for winter, then one day the air turns cold and that's the end of the season.
Washington isn't like that at all, really. The clouds roll in, low, gray, and textured and hang. Their weight is emphasized in showers, like punctuation. It does not rain all the time, but it frequently is wet. So, yes, autumn is the beginning of the wet season.
The trees are the same, though.
I like the fall. The smell is decay, you know, but it's fragrant and sweet and mixed with water. They're leaves. They're nobody you know personally. We must admit that this season is dying and that there's another, one that is about looking out windows and knowing spring arrives, but knowing that sweet air only through memories.
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