waiting for fall

Ahoy,

Fall has always meant the beginning of school for me. Many things I've come to associate with this season also comes with memories of school. I remember deliberately stepping on the crunchiest leaves on my way to class. I remember the smell of morning on the first day of school. I remember the first day it would be so cold I would dread sitting on the toilet when I got up. I remember the resetting my clocks so that it would still be dark as night when I got up for school. I remember the change of breath the city blows as my outer layers grow thicker, skin less exposed.

Everywhere else in the country it seems the season's changing. I'm getting frost advisory notices for Chicago. The leaves are turning, days are shortening. Meanwhile, I've got a new layer of tan on my shoulders. I'm waiting for fall like it has happened for me for every year of my life, and it's still a dry 90 degrees outside my windows. I don't think it's coming for me this year. This strange place is like an eternal summer.

everlastingly triassic,
jt