Tuesday, September 6, 2011


You may think I'm a dreamer.

I've flown across London with Peter and Wendy.

I've lived recklessly with Daisy and Gatsby.

I've traipsed the moors with the Brontes.

I've had tea with white rabbits and mad hatters.

I've watched discrimination unfold with Scout and Jem.

I've ridden a sad train with Anna Karenina.

I've waited for love with the Bennett sisters.

I've been taught to rule by Machiavelli.

I've struggled to breathe with Esther Greenwood.

I've sailed the seas with Captain Aubrey.

I've had an awakening with Edna.

I've reflected on duty and dignity with English butlers. 

I've walked a long, yellow-brick road.

I've grown up with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. 

I've traveled to Narnia and back again.

You may think I'm a dreamer.

I am.

When I'm really into a novel, I'm seeing the world differently during that time—not just for the hour or so in the day when I get to read. I'm actually walking around in a bit of a haze, spellbound by the book and looking at everything through a different prism.
                                                                         -Colin Firth

Monday, September 5, 2011

It's In the Air

Take a deep breath.

Do you smell it?

Do you see it?

Do you feel it?

It's fall. It's coming.

I woke this morning, and I felt fall for the first time this year. Something about the light coming through my bedroom window sent waves of happiness through me. Each year, I can tell how close autumn is by the sunlight. Slightly imperceptible changes they may be, but I see them. 

I'm sure there is some kind of methodical, scientific explanation to describe the changes of the light, like Earth's rotations and revolutions, and the tilt of its axis. None of it matters. 

What matters is that fall is near, and I can feel it in the air. 

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