The fall.

[earlofgrey]

I know that really it's still high summer. But in my moments of greatest content I feel the fall drawing close, waiting, filling in the spaces available to it. I hope for it. I wait to welcome it.

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[twilighthalcyon]

that mood icon makes my lol so hard

[jezebellydancer]

We've passed Lughnasad and are heading toward Mabon.

I am tired of this hot dank muggy rainy weather. I feel like I'm drowning. Bring on the sweaters and boots, I say!

Ooh, and I met an Irish Wolfhound today named Guinness (who has a brother Killian). What a beautiful beast, and so gentle. Finn McCool, who has taken residence up in my head, was practically doing handsprings to see this dog.

[earlofgrey]

This is fact.

Yes! Sweaters and boots, I call you up.

He seemed to have preferred his hounds, and his women, mostly human.

[chronographia]

Somewhere in the back of my thoughts are longings and anticipation for crisp see-your-breath mornings, dry crackling leaves underfoot, glorious riots of color on the hillside trees and warm, snugly sweaters to fold around myself. And then I sort of breakdown from their absence and cry, OH GOD WHY IS IT NOT OCTOBER YET WHY.

[earlofgrey]

Yes. I feel this for something like nine months of the year.

[chronographia]

I have been hallucinating the autumn for the past two weeks and wistfully realize that I don't have a lovely tweed sweater for it and dang, I should get on that.Then I go to look at my yarn drawers and realize that it is 90+º out and I am dripping with sweat and wool is the least appealing thing on the planet and the scent of wood smoke and apple cider vanishes and I want to cry.

I fucking hate August. I hate August in the same way that my friends hate January.

[nohx]

Yes, I feel the same way. I love fall, and spring. Things are in flux, and beautiful.

New Hope then!

[earlofgrey]

Yes! And the temperature is reasonable, and everyone can wear interestingly layered clothing!