Pardon Me

When get my bike out of the racks in the morning now I always stop and smell the air. It's been changed for a few weeks now but I still love the smell each time as if it's brand new. The decaying yellow leaves I ride past remind me strongly of the place I used to go to sing and bond with some of the most special people in my life. I am reminded of the place and of them several times each day, and I always smile and send a little love and light their way and then drop it. Fall has been a time of new things for me: a time of new flannels, new boots, new music, new loves. I don't have a new boy this fall, and that's okay. Now is not the time for a boy to love, now is the time for listening to Mozart and making a powerpoint while my friends read and now is the time for taking time to sit outside and drink coffee and just think. The newness of this has worn off, but that's okay too. Fall is not a season of new things this year, it is instead a season of cozy comfort and family and turkey and scarves and mashed potatoes and preparing yourself for the cold ahead by figuring yourself out enough to not want to rip your eyes out when you're frozen alone with your thoughts in the middle of February.