The Real Fall
Every year I'm always so surprised how quickly the "real" fall passes. The true image of fall, with multicolored leaves and weather perfect for just a sweaters; the whole point of the season seems to last only a week. Each year I always expect it to last longer, happen sooner, like it seemed to be back when I was a child. The real fall lasted for a week in the middle of November and a week ago, on the night before Thanksgiving, we had our first snow flakes of the winter season.
It's been so long since I've had the need to do this. I still read other people's online journals and I'm jealous of how they keep up with it, how they crave it and enjoy it. It reminds me of how I thought I would be continuing this until I was an old woman when, as it turns out, most days I forget I have a web site at all. I can feel the disappointment from the 17 year old in me and the realization and regret from the 19 year old. So unfunny how things turn out sometimes.