November 30th, 2005
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.