finding fall

Katie wrote a fun/inspiring post about fall and I realized I miss it. That sounds funny to say because, it's right outside. Somehow though, I still feel I'm missing it.

Maybe it's because I live in the city (and face endless streets instead of endless grass), maybe it's because I don't have a car or I work in a concrete box. Maybe it's because my desk no longer looks out a window toward big birch trees and endless streams of filtered light (I find myself writing less letters when, looking up to ponder I see only a wall - not very inspiring). Maybe it's because I haven't made chili or listened to enough sufjan or lit enough cinamom candles or watched a good independent film recently or don't have a yard to rake anymore or a pile of leaves to jump into or a hammock to gaze up into the trees from. I think my artsy side is a little starved and fall, in all its wonderfulness, is beautiful and enchanting and artistic. I need this season to store up for dreary winter. Maybe it's the heavy academics of graduate school. Maybe it's the lack of sunlight into my new home. Maybe it's because I haven't gone on enough long walks yet. Maybe it's none of that: maybe, like so many other things in life, I simply need to look up and really see what's already all around me.