When I stepped outside this morning, I thought I was crazy. It had to be wishful thinking, projecting on my part, surely. Yet as the morning developed, my feelings were further confirmed. It felt like a Fall day. What a glorious reprieve.
The light seemed a little softer, the breeze a little chillier, my mind drifting to chili and football. We all live in our own worlds anyway, right? so why not allow my world to be somewhat of a fantasy for a day. It was quite lovely.
When I strolled into work (on time!), a comrade noticed my Jets hat. I had to explain why I was sporting football today and she said she had just been saying the same thing. So there you have it, autumn in June.
I'd like to think I appreciate each season for what it is and represents, but let's be honest, I abide summer, but I don't really like it all that much. Give me two, two and a half weeks of real summer and I'm good.
Anyway, that's all.