November…and the trees are still bare…

It seems that Octo­ber is becom­ing the month I don’t post (and yes, I know the actual U2 lyric begins “Octo­ber” and not “Novem­ber). I’ve spent the entire month of Octo­ber in a haze, just let­ting life drag me around from one mean­ing­less sit­u­a­tion to the next. Rak­ing leaves to the sound of the new Death Cab for Cutie album under grey skies. Yeah — it seems that Autumn brings out the morose roman­tic in me. I start to feel like the 15-year-old who holed him­self up in his bed­room writ­ing hor­ren­dous short fic­tion while lis­ten­ing to the Cure on infinte repeat.

Not that the afore­men­tioned teenager was ever me

Some can’t wait for the colder weather, but I’ve been enjoy­ing the mild tem­per­a­tures lately. There’ll be time enough for lay­ered cloth­ing and the hiber­na­tion instinct soon.

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One Response to “November…and the trees are still bare…”

  1. Geof F. Morris Says:

    Yeah, but we never get the hiber­na­tion stuff down here. :)

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