Why Autumn Is Best

Short answer: It just is. Best time of year. Hands down. Period. Moving on.

Long answer: This weekend my parents were out of town, and my siblings. It was just me at home. I wasn't in the house that much, but I ate and slept there a few times. Saturday morning was the last time I saw them before they left for the lake. Friday night we had a cookout of sorts with my girlfriend (Bridget) and her family, along with some of my extended family (the grands, the cousins, the aunt). Followed by stargazing with my lady :) Great night had by all.

Saturday I went to Oli's, spent the night there. Classic bro time/almost recording with the Irrelephants. Jamming unplugged with Luke outside. There was a gentle breeze. Perfection.

Sunday I went with Bridget and her family to Richard's (Bridget's brother's) wedding shower. (For whatever reason, I freaked before going. I was nervous, probably because I didn't know what to wear or what to expect. Plus I was somewhat out-of-it from Oli's the night before.) Regardless, it was a success. I met more people and shook more hands than I thought possible in one day. Got home around 10:30ish. Crashed during a 70's show marathon.

Today is Labor Day. (That's right, it was Labor Day Weekend.) About two hours ago I got off work. I came home to my mother grilling outside and my dad and siblings tearing apart an oversized tree branch that had fallen about a week ago. (By the way, they had fun at the lake. I didn't go because I had already planned on going to the wedding shower.) I sat and talked with Mom for a bit outside.

Our backyard is sort of a hill. The patio has a quaint little table with chairs for outdoor gatherings. Down the hill there's a mini playset with swings and a slide. I remember picking it up from my dad's friend's house. We helped take it apart and put it back together. It was so rewarding at the time. I was twelvish.

Anyway I realized what I had been waiting for all this year. My time. My season. Technically it's still summer, I guess. But this week is supposed to feel like fall. I think today was just a sweet taste of what's to come. And it was awesome.

Furthermore, as a writer, this is the season where I'm feeling the most blessings. Then I always come to realize that I forgot to count them earlier in the year. I love always wanting to write, sing, and even by kinda sorta physically active when this weather rolls around. The forecast has a huge effect on me. I'm hoping it'll help me be inspired to do my homework. Senior year hasn't asked much of me so far, but it's dragging on nonetheless. I'm looking forward to a nice, comfortable lull this fall and winter. Where stress does its best to avoid me, because it knows I don't have the time. Great weather. Much love. Per. Fect.