I love this time of year. Everything the air touches seems so much more vivid, rich, just soaked in color. Driving to and from work in the big spaces of my towns this week has been so gorgeous. I feel so lucky to live here this season. The whole soft pink gold melty early autumn Valley looks like something I want to put my mouth on.
I finally got Ada Limon's Bright Dead Things in the mail, so now I'm just resisting posting a ton of lines from it. I hope that you will appreciate the amount of restraint this requires of me.
I miss running. I've been a little sick, which somehow my mom already knew about and texted me to chat about: mildly spooky. I also talked to Chels, who proposed that she and I get gay incest married and move to an island with only us on it.
I'm not in a bad mood. I'd been feeling a little unattractive this week, and even today, but everything feels pretty positive. Two strangers told me they liked my outfit today, and both my friends I saw told me I looked pretty. That felt nice. I like to be told stuff like that; I'm just a simple sort of girl.
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