fall

I cannot bring myself to use the word "autumn". I just don't like it. It reminds me of tired brown grass and apple cider, which i also don't like. It's that staple "autumn" beverage that brings to mind rosy-cheeked children sipping warm beverages on one of those rusty hay-rides that really only leave you grumpy and itchy and with a nose full of dust.

I don't like "autumn", but i do love fall. I love the cool tint of the air, like the sky has been dipped in wax. I love the way the leaves sing love songs over the tips of the braches before crumpling complacently into themselves and drifting to the ground. I love the cool way the floor meets my feet in the morning, the way the shower melts onto my forehead with its steady little drips. Yes, although autumn is stagnant, like bad jazz, fall is glorious.