On Fall
As you may have heard from others, it finally feels like autumn in these parts. I opened all my windows in the house and it felt incredibly nice. I played James Taylor and Bruce Hornsby, and all and all had an extremely relaxing weekend, which I really needed.
I love this weather. It’s a very romantic weather. At least, it seems conjure up romanticism in me. I think most everything good that has happened to me concerning those kinds of things have happened during cool weather. That’s right, no summer love for me. Maybe that’s why I never liked “Grease”; or maybe it was the fact that I hung around the theater crowd in high school and I got sick of it before I even saw it (sorry, guys).
Relationships have come up a lot lately via the people around me. Friends, relatives, coworkers – I know all sorts of people who have just hit critical strides in their relationships. I have a friend who just started a relationship after taking a concientious break from them. I have a friend who almost got in a relationship with someone, except that the other person wasn’t interested in having a relationship in spite of that person’s admitted feelings for my friend. It’s a pretty crazy out there, sometimes it makes me glad that I haven’t been in the game in a while. Sometimes.
