Combatting autumnal intolerance.

Admittedly, for the past few seasons, fall hasn’t exactly been agreeing with me in an emotional sense. I don’t give a shit if people think that SAD is made up — it usually feels pretty damn real to me around the time where the first real weather shift happens and my summer commute turns into the dark and dreary drudge on I-70. Still, that doesn’t mean that I don’t love the good old atumnal equinox in an intellectual sense; after all, my birthday usually falls (har har!) right on the first day of autumn, the weather is nothing if not striking (when not raining), and there are great smells that exist with the departure of leaves et al that are incapable of being reproduced anywhere else. As such, I like to take advantage of the awesome things  that fall provides, even though I am frequently moping and pining through it.

Some examples of this awesome were taken at the Mansfield Covered Bridge Festival with the biffle, who makes being sad at any juncture rather impossible:

Sadly, I did not see how fucking delicious this was.

Sadly, I did not see how fucking delicious this was.

I totally crapped myself taking this photograph.

I totally crapped myself taking this photograph.

Seriously, I thought of My Antonia the entire time we drove through here.

Seriously, I thought of My Antonia the entire time we drove through here.

Sometimes, Indiana can be pretty. Really really.

Sometimes, Indiana can be pretty. Really really.

When you go to my Flickr account, you can see some of the more humorous accounts of this particular adventure, but these are by far the prettiest examples I have of early fall in the Midwest to date. I want to go on a leaves-are-changing photo spree sometime in between assignments or drag the family to an orchard to depict the epic inevitability that is picking a good load of apples fresh from the tree, but these are for times when I am not procrastinating desperately on starting the beginning of the end of my study blitz for my midterm. I think this tiny entry has served its purpose of warming me up to write, though, as well as a nice reminder that there are lovely things about this season even when shit feels rough.

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    • jen
    • October 22nd, 2009

    Man, fall is the season where everything makes me gleefully happy for no apparent reason. Although it makes me weird and nostalgic and lovesick for no apparent reason too…but I guess I’m into that?

    • I usually have such a boner for fall! Boners everywhere! I mean, there are pumpkins and leaf piles and so many awesome foods. Everything is so crisp! It’s just so beautiful. But dude, I just get the Debbie Downers so hard and I really don’t know why. It is usually the days where everything is so ridiculously gorgeous that I get all :>!!!! in the face, versus rain after rain after rain — and um, this year has been a wet fall. I’m hoping my new pink umbrella combats this.

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