Headed West
The trees haven't changed very much... I thought that the leaves would be prettier on my drive on the Taconic yesterday. I guess that's a good sign that maybe Autumn hasn't been fully ushered in the door, but then again, my fingers still get fucking freezing when I go outside. I'm ready for Winter on some level this year, I think, but I'm soothed by the fact that in a week and a half I'll be in California again, where the trees never change to orange unless they're on fire. I can't wait to see Angie because this place is just not the same without her. It's weird being in a place that is so familair, but the most familiar things about the place are missing. Like, it's not really that weird, but on this other, more emotional, level, it's too weird to handle.