Fall feels good

It feels good. Good to sit and read, for more hours than not. To let my mind be consumed with fictional stories. It feels good to watch the light fade, sooner then we might have hoped. To hear the voice of a soul, through words on a piece of paper. It feels good to be reminded of my hopes and dreams outside of the confines of aches and sorrow. This remembrance of the ideas, that were once mine, comforts me. As I spend an increasing amount of time alone, watching, observing the world move pass me. It feels good to worry about money once again, in the sense of a forgetting of grasping. It feels good to hear someone whisper words about comforting coffee shops, and over simplified characters. It feels good to remember how blessed we are to reside at the base of the sierras. Remembering not only what that means for our ego, but for our hearts. Hearing the roaring call of adventure, that the computer screen has a knack for stripping away. It feels good to get nostalgic about the things that have hurt me. Finally letting them be just that. It feels good to miss you, to wonder but not know. It feels good to fondly remember you. Fall feels good. The rut of school days, and sleepy eyes feels better than expected. And potluck parties bring me home to a remembrance of summer. It feels good to find a balance between discipline and snooze buttons. It feels good to have the heater murmuring as I write this to you. It feels good to not know what time it is, because the sun is starting to lie to my sunken eyes. It feels good to be blown off my bike with the arising storms and dreams of powder. It feels so good to notice the length of my hair, and what that means for passing time. It feels good to love myself, and to forgive myself for the first time in my life. It feels good see dad’s Martin, even though he’s forgotten who it use to belong to. It feels good to live in one home, even though he forgets to call. It feels good to curl up with our cat, to have an empty fridge. It feels good to crave kisses and cars pulling up outside my window. It feels good, to forget why it is that things move through the universe, even if only till tomorrow at two. It feels good to be a part of this community, even though I crave to be free. It feels good to see people with babies and smiles on their faces, with hopes for this world. It feels good to finally love socialism, and understand my moms rants. It feels good to laugh at republicans, and to watch movies, and to go to sleep before my bed time. To remember how good it feels to be little. It feels good to have cold toes. It feels good to teach and be taught. It feels good to be better. It feels good to remember. Fall feels good.