"It's September! That means that it is time for you to get the fall version of SPRING FEVER! Doesn't everyone on the street look so good you could just eat them! But you shouldn't. That is just your brain having problems. You do not really want to eat them, probably! Probably you just want to get to know them so well that you can kiss, and then kiss maybe again and again until it is time to stop kissing and you can just go about your business until you see someone even BETTER."
-Thank you Joey Comeau
It's easy to decide when Spring has begun. (Skirt day.) I've been trying to pick a similar self marker for Fall. I thought of Plaid Day, Jeans Day, Hot Coffee Day, Hat Day..... none of them were right. None rang true like First Day of Skirt. Fall, I guess, is a little more complex a feeling. Something busy and exciting, melancholic. Something equal parts fire and ice.
Every Fall I fall in love. Or something like it. Actually, it's nothing like love and a lot more like....orange. Orange skies and leaves. And breeze. Anyways, many people can attest to this fact. But this year is going to be different. I've never entered a fall all happily monogamous before. Always, single and sure of myself. Burning with some kind of self-generated steam heat. And coffee, lots of coffee. Call it what you will, someone always finds me in Fall. All bets are off this year. All traditional markers have experienced an upheaval.
We'll just have to see.
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