Saturday, October 23, 2010

october twenty-third, two thousand and ten.

There's just something about the fall.

The smell of fallen leaves in the air. The yellows, oranges, reds and browns as you walk the trail behind your apartment.

The sound of Ol' Blue Eyes piping through your earphones: "These little town blues are melting awaaaay."

The aroma of a toffee latté behind concocted at Starbucks as you order your decaf, an oat fudge bar, and then sit down on the comfy seat.

The gathering of friends - family really - at your spiritual centre. The joy of knowing that even as we are on our own journey's, we are inextricably linked.

The sensation of a light rain falling on your face.

The sight of almost-too-gorgeous women in their sweaters and scarves, the kind that make you wish you were snuggled up on the couch watching Jimmy Stewart or Bing.

There's just something about the fall.