here's to fall.
I hate English. I can't help it... I just do not like it at all. I come so close to falling asleep every MWF and it sucks. Today was different though. We were reading an essay about fall and I loved it. I think Kate would appreciate it... so here is the last paragraph...
"Why Leaves Turn Color in the Fall"
-Diane Ackerman
At last the leaves leave. But first they turn color and thrill us for weeks on end. Then they crunch and crackle underfoot. They shush, as children drag their small feet through leaves heaped along the curb. Dark, slimy mats of leaves cling to one's heels after a rain. A damp, stuccolike mortar of semidecayed leaves protects the tender shoots with a roof until spring, and makes a rich humus. An occassional bulge or ripple in the leafy mounds signals a shrew or a field mous tunneling out of sight. Sometimes one finds in fossil stones the imprint of a leaf, long since disintegrated, whose outlines remind us how detailed, vibrant, and alive are the things of this earth that perish.
This sentence was earlier in the essay, but it's my favorite:
In time, they will become fragile and, like the body, return to dust. They are as we hope our own fate will be when we die: Not to vanish, just to sublime from one beautiful state into another.
I don't really know what it was, but I just really liked that paragraph. It makes me think about when I was little and jumping into the leaves with the boy next door. Anyways, I am about to get in the shower and go out to dinner.