just because
It's finally raining and getting a bit chilly outside and as much as I dread the passing of summer, I also love fall. It's strange how I always want to cling to a season despite the fact I enjoy each one.
It never fails that as soon as it cools outside I begin baking and making soups. Blankets come out of storage and my favored colors change from blues and greens to reds and orange. Tea starts my mornings and accompanies me at night as I churn out the seemingly never ending line of papers and projects.
I enjoy to comfortable atmosphere created by a chilly wet autumn evening. Its cool enough that all the windows are shut and covered and I'm in a sweater and bed slippers. A snack to nibble on and a hot cup of tea with honey. Daishi is sleeping on my lap and Mena is sleeping on top of my compute monitor. Cheyenne is napping on the rug next to me. With no classes tomorrow I'm not worried about having to do anything just this moment. It's quiet enough to hear the rain outside and it is a wonderfully content feeling while also faintly melancholy all at the same time and you can't help but wish you could share the moment with someone.
All of this is rather pointless but I can't help but want to write it down as such evenings make you quiet, make you think, and make you remember.
It never fails that as soon as it cools outside I begin baking and making soups. Blankets come out of storage and my favored colors change from blues and greens to reds and orange. Tea starts my mornings and accompanies me at night as I churn out the seemingly never ending line of papers and projects.
I enjoy to comfortable atmosphere created by a chilly wet autumn evening. Its cool enough that all the windows are shut and covered and I'm in a sweater and bed slippers. A snack to nibble on and a hot cup of tea with honey. Daishi is sleeping on my lap and Mena is sleeping on top of my compute monitor. Cheyenne is napping on the rug next to me. With no classes tomorrow I'm not worried about having to do anything just this moment. It's quiet enough to hear the rain outside and it is a wonderfully content feeling while also faintly melancholy all at the same time and you can't help but wish you could share the moment with someone.
All of this is rather pointless but I can't help but want to write it down as such evenings make you quiet, make you think, and make you remember.