i wish i could wear sweaters in the fall. i wish we had more colors, more trees. i wish it were crispier outside and i could see my breath in the morning mist. i wish there were stacks and stacks of leaves to jump in. my ideal fall day would be with neal, sipping warm drinks, curled up in a big reading chair with a gi-normous book in hand, cool outdoor air whistling through open windows, mellow music, cozy sweaters, grey skies, all while viewing rolling hills carpeted in oranges and reds and browns and greens.
but we're in central texas. where it's still in the 80s and 90s (the day after i wrote this it dropped to 64! yahoo!). and autumn comes in december. right before christmas. and the trees are pretty short. and the breezes have been sparse (though it has been deliciously grey lately). and wearing a sweater sounds sweltering. and that is the reality of it all.
every november 300 million monarchs end their migratory journey in the south central mountains of mexico. 300 million. something truly magnificent. awe inspiring. breathtaking. a hail storm of monarchs. something out of myth. phantastical, in a way. i can't imagine being able to see it and would probably pinch myself as my jaw dropped to the ground.
the cool winds will come. there will be some color. and i will find ways to make this a true fall. there is a new reality to this fall. it's unexpected, a bit dream-like and i ocassionally have to pinch myself to believe it. i get to share this fall with you, a man i admire and love. and that is just as real as 300 million monarchs in the mountains of michoacan in november.
