Oct 07, 2005 16:03
The days are turning cold again.
I can remember a time only a couple years ago that the changing of the seasons was a big deal for me. Not that I had SAD, but I know in one of my old entries (a dollar to someone who can find it), I wrote about the fact that I would get upset that winter was coming, because I didn't like it.
This year though, and to some extent last, I find myself with nothing worse than a slight case of melancholy and a wicked anticipation of things to come. I'm really looking forward to the holidays, and all the changes that my life will face before spring rolls around again.
Let me clarify, I'm still not a fan of cold. Although, since my car's AC died, I'll be happy for the relief from the undying summer heat. It's just becoming that I don't love the point in time so much as the process. To quote Lorne from an episode of Angel, "It's like a song. Now, I can hold a note for a long time - actually, I can hold a note forever - but, eventually, that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for, the note coming after, and the one after that. That's what makes it music."
There's some interesting shit going on in my life lately. Perhaps to post about it later.