Blog #3

So...I'm sitting outside. Just thinking...my favorite thing to do at 2am! Feeling the breeze(and a bit lethargic!) and just chillling out and being connected with the environment.Perfect time for blogging...right? Not that it's a requirement or anything...
The initial change of a season is delightful! Yes...delightful. Ha. I really enjoy the feeling of going into a new season. Autumn is my favorite. Something about the crispness of the air. Kind of bitter-sweet. A cool kiss. Like a stick of winterfresh. Not quite the numbness of ice. Just enough to leave ya fresh. And alive. And kind of floaty.
In thinking of this, I wonder why it is so hard for us to adapt to other changes while some changes make us kind of ...I dunno...euphoric? What does the change as something as simple as the season mean? Not just about the weather. Does it mean that we too can somehow start over? We can mold ourselves differently and have a new slate? Is that why we are mostly open to this sort of change? I deem it plausible to think so. With that in mind, are other changes then particularly difficult because we are challenged in some way? We are forced to show our true colors? Afraid to venture into murky waters?

Fall.
The air smells like a time when funnel cakes and candy apples intertwined with resonating giggles. Childhood. A time when we upchucked from spinning ...arms wide...head to the sky. When blood wasn't rare, but was derived from true physical trauma...beginning from the outside and creating melancholy within. A cut or scrape. The trauma of just being a child.
Now sometimes the sadness begins from within and eventually finds its way out ya know?? And we start spinning and beg for some way to stop. The days of being a kid were merely blissful. Innocent to the World. Just going through the day to play. No worries of hurting or being hurt.
So, two different feelings from the crisp air. Perhaps I should become one with mother nature more often. :-)