it's been raining this week. this makes me feel a bit more at home. it feels sort of backwards to say that. moving from Seattle to this desert where I was born doesn't automatically mean I've left home, but... I guess it's all a trade off. I get mountains. sunrises. snow, in a month or two. but I miss the smell of pines and rain, the far-off gray and clear, slick green.
but autumn. such a comfortable season. like your oldest friend grabbing your hand and tugging you along. you're not sure where you're going, but the sensation of going there--running down the crooked sidewalks with the wind in your hair, your coat flapping around you and leaves scattering the sky--that's plenty good enough no matter where you end up.
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