There is something absolutely magical about Autumn. Though the earth is slowly dying one revolution at a time, our lives begin again with school. With school comes the potential for change and growth and learning and all the things I love most about being alive. Autumn means long walks after dark bundled up in cords, turtleneck sweaters, and scarves jauntily tossed across shoulders. It means raking leaves and carving pumpkins and bonfires.
Autumn means falling in love again.
Now its just a matter of what. Some people fear that one day spacemen will show up and kill us all. I think a more realistic concern is that they'll show up and pretend to like us. Then, when they leave, they'll promise to call. But they never will.