"My candle burns at both its ends;
it will not last the night;
but oh, my foes, and oh, my friends --
it give a lovely light."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Even on warm days I can smell the autumn air. Today I biked across town in the hot sun and felt sixteen again - in those early school days, before its cool enough to wear new school clothes, and before the urge to skip has gotten irresistable. Early September always brings me back to high school.
I had a brown dress in high school that I didn't love as much then as I do now, I wish I'd held onto it. If I had, I'd be wearing it today with tights, and cowboy boots. Autumn dresses are ideal, I would like to find a few this season.
We've been out every evening this past week, and our solitude needs to regain its footing. I love going out, but it doesn't refresh me. We are returning to our home for a few days to recover before venturing out again into our social life; and it this recovery I love.