Friday, September 10, 2010

Rest in Peace

(Sorry I'm not done talking about Fall)

I'm in love with September.

One night everything was sweltering, and I could barely sleep because I didn't want to turn on the AC.

Two mornings later, I woke up to thunder shaking all the windows and gotas como monedas pouring down outside. It wasn't the monsoon kind of rain (the middle-of-July-the-sky-just-can't-take-it-anymore storm). It was the cold kind of rain, and the lightning was cracking Fall right into my backyard. So I forgive everyone (including myself) for wanting to wear a sweater and socks.

June, July, August, and Lake Powell will just have to wait for next year. Lake Powell was a hard one to drop. It's the only place I didn't go this summer. I've never been, and one of my friends argues that it's as haunting as France.

I mean...I might be slightly still sad about Lake Powell tomorrow.
But I'll be over it by Sunday.


  1. emily, it's amazing,everything you touch becomes poetry! and you make even me excited for the fall :)

  2. I was so happy to break out a sweater this week too. And I can empathize--I have also never been to Lake Powell. Even though I grew up in Utah. And my dad had a is it possible?


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