Written at 10pm on 10/21/11:
A sharp chill of morning. It made me happy that I had packed all warm clothes. Then it was midday. I went out of calls with my father and it was considerably warmer. I was then significantly less happy that I brought only warm clothes.
This was compounded by the forecast for the next few days. 80+ degree weather. So I was hoping I would have some shirts with the dirty jeans I brought along with me and there were...three. Three t-shirts. Three t-shirts that are going to be on heavy rotation for the next 9 days.
I was so ready to rotate my wardrobe too. I look pretty cute in warm clothing and have way more of it than I do cool clothes. More than the clothes though, I just long for the fall feeling. That element of something I call magic because it awakens a nostalgia and creative mixture that makes life feel glass half full. A taste is not enough.
A sharp chill of morning. It made me happy that I had packed all warm clothes. Then it was midday. I went out of calls with my father and it was considerably warmer. I was then significantly less happy that I brought only warm clothes.
This was compounded by the forecast for the next few days. 80+ degree weather. So I was hoping I would have some shirts with the dirty jeans I brought along with me and there were...three. Three t-shirts. Three t-shirts that are going to be on heavy rotation for the next 9 days.
I was so ready to rotate my wardrobe too. I look pretty cute in warm clothing and have way more of it than I do cool clothes. More than the clothes though, I just long for the fall feeling. That element of something I call magic because it awakens a nostalgia and creative mixture that makes life feel glass half full. A taste is not enough.
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