Roseate

I miss autumn in the Midwest.

Winter in New England is pretty harsh and bleary. The urban setting makes for giant wind tunnels that pick up garbage and debris to pelt you with. That wind-blown bag from American Beauty becomes a little more territorial, dive-bombing commuters and dumping reciepts on their heads. There's no trees. No windbreak. No seasonal gauge.

One of my favorite things to do is to go on road trips in Autumn. The weather is nice enough that all you need is a jacket. You don't need to blast the heat or the A/C. And the view is incredibly beautiful as your drive takes you to the open spaces and wooded by-ways of the flyover states. It's a wonderful exploratory time.

I love the way trees look in Autumn. It's more interesting than just thick green woods. The different species of tree make a lovely patchwork of new colors. Then you get to pass through miles and miles of it as you play your favorite Modest Mouse album. It reminds me of college, Halloween, and many good times I've had with some friends I am close to.

I was born to ramble...