a reflection on autumn

usually you think of the words "crisp" or "clean" to describe the cold air, yes? autumn is a crisp time of year, all the way around. i think what i love about fall is that it leans toward minimal. the trees empty their branches, the air empties itself of that squelchy warmth and everything is in transition. and transition breeds a rare form of almost-emptiness that is not bad, in itself. in fact, i think i've learned quite a lot from transition-emptiness, as far as truth goes. i think the thing about transition-emptiness is that there's a lot of room for possibility, obviously. and there are always hints of what's to come that filter through, but they never stay; you're not there yet, after all. it feels very healthy, when your center is elsewhere. or maybe it's healthy because it makes you find your center elsewhere. via a series of misplaced centers, albeit.

some devil is the most autumn album i've ever heard, i think. however. i'm listening to coldplay.

lights will guide you home
and ignite your bones

i read over my old blog last night. the highschool part, the angsty and searching for everything part. it was . . . good, to look. when good means:

revealing,
surprising,
humorous,
thought-provoking,
removed,
an avenue for gratitude, and a little healthy embarrassment for myself.

i hate that the word good is so big. and it's never used the right way. but i'm guilty of it, as well, so i suppose i shouldn't be complaining until i change my ways : )

i should start clarifying my "i'm doing well," with a "which means i'm in transition, and i'm comfortable there, because i feel like it's where i'm meant to be, so i'm pretty settled, anyway." i also don't have much to say, since transition isn't terribly full, as we've already discussed. could've fooled you with the amount of posts lately, eh?

ok. well. dinner is calling. or rather, the ingredients of what soon will be my dinner are calling.

i should say "tea," to be culturally correct.

i'm going to go make tea, then : )