How can it be that a mere month ago I was still basking in the lazy glow of summer and now it's undeniably gone, replaced by rain and cold and a vague low feeling.

These days make me want to curl into myself so I have to struggle to maintain a cheery persona. I like Fall, maybe even love it, but, like that interminable relationship that you can't let go of, I could and should probably live without it (and it's despicable brother, Winter).