Autumn is coming in hard to Wisconsin. Briefly, of course, but already the days are short and cool, and I can go out without wearing sun screen and remain unburned. I leave the windows open when I want it cool, breezes come softly, and soon I'll be wearing the hoodie-and-jeans getup that is my preferred mode of dress.
I have no idea why, but Fall is my favorite season of the year, and it always has been. Maybe it's because Fall is when things die, when the ephemerality of nature comes to the fore, which has always been important to me. It's important to me that the world dies, that it goes to sleep, it reminds me that no matter how bad thing