#general note

5 Sep. 2023

I hope this September brings you all fog and rain. I hope you take the time to walk through a graveyard, or sit alone on a bench somewhere. September has always been this anticipatingly lonely month. I’ve always considered it the “second new years,” which I think has something to do with school starting, as I always get this wave of motivation to start over. To become anew.

Perhaps its all the weather, and we’re just fools for frost, and that dull gray that blankets everything right before Halloween. I’d like to think there’s a deeper connotation for those of us who prefer desolate weather, some intrinsic layers of gothic woe– there’s not.

It’s simply the changing of tides, the weaning of days, and the cold settling in us all, bringing about an air of comfortable numbness, of feeling alive where life ceases. And while the leaves brown and you start to smell the rain and pavement, a mirror starts to well inside you– one that forces you to look (I mean really look) at the man you have become since summer.

Love,

Dog in the front seat?

“Ahh. He’s going to work.”

Cat acting badly?

“Clearly she’s practicing her acrobatics.”

Bird bobbing it’s head?

“He played in the band that’s why he loves this song”

Dog barking?