It wasn't until years later that I realized why I was such a jerk...and I'm sorry.
As sick as it may sound, I think that my love of fall stems from my appreciation for life and death. Some disturbed part of me enjoys watching the decay that comes with autumn, watching life slow down until winter hits and everything takes cover or dies. I'm probably being melodramatic about my fascination though. More than likely, my love of this time of year has to do with the vast amount of change that comes about at the same time. The temperature drops to a comfortable level, the trees turn a thousand shades, the stars seem to shine more brilliantly at night. This is the time of year where I want to spend all of my waking hours laying out under the night sky.
This evening I decided to take a drive. What started off as a drive through Bonner turned into a drive up 24/40 into Lawrence, turned into a drive to Ottawa, turned into a haul up I-35 back into town. It's been awhile since I've decided to make a "short trip" like that, the last one being Meg and I's trip to "Poala" out of boredom. That was as exciting as my day got. Ignoring the fact that the layout of my house has been slaughtered.