first autumn wind
~ Today, as I sat stomach-down on my bed, engrossed in a book, I was momentarily distracted by a soft whooshing sound coming from outside my window. I slowly placed the book down and cocked my ear to the side, concentrating. The mysterious sound came again, muffled by the glass panes of my window. Half-excited, I jumped off the bed and crossed my room to the other side to pull the shades up half way. I eagerly tugged on the white sill, opening the window sideways about a third though, and waited. I didn’t wait long.
The breeze arrived first, murmuring a faint introduction as it pushed alongside the offending screen of my window. And then the wind came. Almost impatiently, it forced itself through my screen, causing the window shade to dance and my skin to tingle with its cool touch. The unmistakable crinkle of leaves followed from below, causing me to smile. The leaves wanted to play.
As if hearing their whines for attention, the wind circled around once more, and the orchestra of crinkles began anew. My window shade began to dance again, and a gently-forceful rush of air billowed into my room, raising tiny goosebumps on my arm. I breathed deeply, taking in the cool air and the accompanying hint of frost that lingered as an aftertaste. The first autumn wind. Fall had finally begun.
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Autumn is actually not one of my most favorite of seasons. With the fall comes the cold…and the leaves-god knows how many times my sisters and I have spent sweeping up leaves every year. We’d fill countless bags and whole trash cans, and the leaves never stopped flooding our driveway. However, fall also brings us to the holiday season. And to pretty colors. And to pumpkin pie. Every year, I loathe the coming of the fall season. And yet, every year, I eagerly await its arrival. It’s a perfect love-hate relationship.
As I write this, my new beta fish, Indigo Jones (“Indi” for short), stares at me from his small glass bowl, half-curious. I named him after his color-varying shades of deep violet and indigo-and threw in the “Jones” just for fun. :) He’s not yet quite accustomed to me, but I’m hoping he will eventually calm down. He gets so excited whenever I come into view-I’m not sure if that is a bad or good thing.
I’m down to my last two weeks at Borders, and am feeling a little glum. I love love love working there, and if not for mean customers that come in every now and then, I’d have thought it a dream job. Then again, I guess mean people come with just about every occupation. :) Maybe someday, when I feel settled enough and am not pressured to go out and make bank so that I can stop being so dependent on everyone else, I’ll go back to working in a bookstore…or around books, in general. Gah, I’m such a nerd. :P
The breeze arrived first, murmuring a faint introduction as it pushed alongside the offending screen of my window. And then the wind came. Almost impatiently, it forced itself through my screen, causing the window shade to dance and my skin to tingle with its cool touch. The unmistakable crinkle of leaves followed from below, causing me to smile. The leaves wanted to play.
As if hearing their whines for attention, the wind circled around once more, and the orchestra of crinkles began anew. My window shade began to dance again, and a gently-forceful rush of air billowed into my room, raising tiny goosebumps on my arm. I breathed deeply, taking in the cool air and the accompanying hint of frost that lingered as an aftertaste. The first autumn wind. Fall had finally begun.
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Autumn is actually not one of my most favorite of seasons. With the fall comes the cold…and the leaves-god knows how many times my sisters and I have spent sweeping up leaves every year. We’d fill countless bags and whole trash cans, and the leaves never stopped flooding our driveway. However, fall also brings us to the holiday season. And to pretty colors. And to pumpkin pie. Every year, I loathe the coming of the fall season. And yet, every year, I eagerly await its arrival. It’s a perfect love-hate relationship.
As I write this, my new beta fish, Indigo Jones (“Indi” for short), stares at me from his small glass bowl, half-curious. I named him after his color-varying shades of deep violet and indigo-and threw in the “Jones” just for fun. :) He’s not yet quite accustomed to me, but I’m hoping he will eventually calm down. He gets so excited whenever I come into view-I’m not sure if that is a bad or good thing.
I’m down to my last two weeks at Borders, and am feeling a little glum. I love love love working there, and if not for mean customers that come in every now and then, I’d have thought it a dream job. Then again, I guess mean people come with just about every occupation. :) Maybe someday, when I feel settled enough and am not pressured to go out and make bank so that I can stop being so dependent on everyone else, I’ll go back to working in a bookstore…or around books, in general. Gah, I’m such a nerd. :P