i used to wait breathlessly for fall when i was little, rejoice when it arrived. i remember thinking that i knew for sure when it was precisely fall when i needed to wear a sweater to walk to school in the morning, but when the sun had warmed the world all day, i could walk home again with bare arms.
where is the sweater weather? oh, how i long for you!
c'mon...all of my best, most fabulous clothes are fall clothes. i look great in browns, rusts, and greens. my living room is arranged, year-round, for fall, directed to worship the fireplace. i beg my mother to send me the colored leaves that my father picks up on his morning walks in virgina. i keep the blinds pulled, trying to conjure up a make-believe, cooler world, from the inside out.
it's crazy living here, in los angeles, the land of one and a half seasons. i feel lovesick; i know the object of my affection exists, know it's name, it's face! but we're torn apart from it, by distance and time. (*sigh*)
i like to think that fall misses me, too.
once again, halloween is upon us. one of my very favorite holidays. it's not so much that i love what halloween seems to be here. in la-la land, of course, the de rigueur halloween fashion is to dress as slut-ily as humanly possible without getting arrested for public indecency. i outgrew the need for that particular brand of attention many years ago.
but i do love the possibility of crisp air, the tiny, waxy foil-wrapped hershey's chocolates (oh, mr. goodbar!). the wind blowing the (few) fallen leaves in an eerie symphony i love watching the most dreadfully tacky scary movies all day, every day, and i love the houses with front yards set up for spooky scares with giant, web ensconced spiders, and foam tombstones.
just the idea of halloween is almost enough to be able to remember the smell of fall in the air. almost.
happy halloween.
