The change in seasons is almost palpable these days. At night, there is already a hint of autumn when the breeze comes in through the open windows in breaths and gusts.
There's something about fall that makes me want to crawl under a blanket with a fresh mug of coffee and my journal. The sun sets almost 2 hours earlier now, and it no longer falls below the cityscape that is our direct view from the solarium. It makes me long for a backyard of my own so I could take my coffee, light some candles & incense, grab a soft fuzzy sweater and sit there watching the sun set and waiting for the smell of fireplaces to lilt in on soft evening breezes.
As much as I love our summer road trips, quests for the perfect ice cream shop, and packing up the car to head to the beach, there is something so romantic about fall and the change of seasons. Something in the air, something about the moon, how it seems to look a little more full, and how it almost seems to scent the air with its thick, fragrant musk, enveloping everyone and everything in its swirling elixir.
Maybe its just my Cancerian nature, my hopelessly romantic inner self that feels more alive and somehow more easily able to escape into a dream-state in the fall, to more easily travel the world in the span of the night without ever leaving my room.
Music: Clint Mansell's The Fountain
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[audio:Clint Mansell - Stay With Me.mp3]