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Sep. 26, 2007
Nostalgia
Fall brings one word to my mind: nostalgia. Once again, you smell the smells you smelt before, taste the crisp, cool tastes you've tasted before, and rustle through the leaves you've rustled before.
No, it isn't October yet, but early signs of fall are making manifest. The tippy tops of the trees begin to flush their cheeks in red, and one by one the leaves, like wilting petals, drift to the forest floor. One can smell the over-ripe crab apple trees and grapes. Scents are thick on the air. The skies is grey; the humidity, high; and the air, cool.
I've already had the first cider from F------'s mill. My mouth is watering in anticipation of candy apples. I've begun digging in chests and corner closets for warm sweaters. Ah, the wonderful season of fall! So meditative, so reflective! Such memories. And the wonderful reminder that I can still be a little girl, throw up dead leaves over my head, fly on my old swing, and enjoy the beautious autumnal perspecuity.
Enjoy the fall day. Go out and play!
~Nella Sound-Out |
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