28 September 2010

autumn

Best time of the year. It lasts but a short time, a wrinkle really. Cooler temps, sweater weather. Baseball getting near playoff time. Leaves changing. All that crap. The best songs are written in the fall. They have to be. Summer is brutal and muggy. Winter is nice but obstructing and bitter. Spring is the time between two extremes. Autumn is the keeper of dreams.

that was waaaaay lame.

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