I'm munching the addictive combination of candy corn and roasted peanuts, and sulking because I missed the super harvest moon, due to a cloud-filled sky. I'm rubbing my eyes after grading essays, and stressing about all the work-related responsibilities that seem to be piling up. Falling into fall, indeed.
Sometimes it feels more like flailing.
I long for the long, lingering days of summer. I dread the short, stunted days of winter.
But I do, despite my current issues of overwhelment, love fall: crispness. Brightness.
Thin sweaters and dark jeans.
Soup and cornbread.
Happy autumnal equinox, y'all.