i sit here on the eve of october, the most magical and magnificent of months, dreaming of the colors, the smells, the energy that cannot be ignored.  the autumn is fascinating, the beauty in death, the way it all makes me feel more alive.
even though the past four weeks cannot exactly be surrounded by words of joy and laughter, or even contentment, i think that fall will bring something new for me. well at least i hope.

also, listening to sufjan incessantly.  his melodies mold seamlessly into the cool brisk air.  its true.  he sings in truth and creativity.
(and i get to see him soon at the civic center. one of my dreams will be coming true)



more thoughts on autumn to come.