I think that I've discovered that autumn is "my" season. I'm convinced that my body resets when the air gets crisp and the leaves start to turn. I don't remember it being like this in El Paso; maybe because we didn't really have seasons.
There is something beatifully ironic about my emotional rebirth always concurring with the season of decay. Perhaps it's the lazy feeling thrust upon me by the suffocating heat of the summer months that makes me feel more alive when it cools down. Maybe I just like sweaters.
Whatever it is, I'm feeling infinitely better, emotionally.
I just really hope it's not one of the highs that come before a low.
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