When the Levy Breaks, That Sure Is Going to Suck
People! Rejoice! The air is cool!
Every year my physiological response to Autumn gets more intense. Autumn, oh baby, yes. It is a mania. It makes me want to read books and wear skirts with wool sweaters and scream with joy in the streets and take a bite out of crime. And stay up until four, mind aflame with some idea or another.
Every season has some music that needs to go with it, but Autumn has the strongest of these associations. Classic rock, from the high school days of rock-bottom gas prices with nowhere to go, yielding hours logged slumped in the backseat of one friend or another's car. Mazzy Star. Mazzy Effin Star. Rain, in sheets, chilly and green.
Bonfires and cold ears.
Intermittent warm days that smell like spring.
The plants all die and I come back alive.
Every year my physiological response to Autumn gets more intense. Autumn, oh baby, yes. It is a mania. It makes me want to read books and wear skirts with wool sweaters and scream with joy in the streets and take a bite out of crime. And stay up until four, mind aflame with some idea or another.
Every season has some music that needs to go with it, but Autumn has the strongest of these associations. Classic rock, from the high school days of rock-bottom gas prices with nowhere to go, yielding hours logged slumped in the backseat of one friend or another's car. Mazzy Star. Mazzy Effin Star. Rain, in sheets, chilly and green.
Bonfires and cold ears.
Intermittent warm days that smell like spring.
The plants all die and I come back alive.
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