Heh, Autumn is coming. Things smell different already. It's odd how everything changes at this time of year. I don't quite need the SAD light yet, but I can feel it looming over the horizon. Luckily it's coming over next week, hopefully the Earth's orbit will not tilt too far before then.

I have such a love/hate relationship with this time of year. Everything is so real and multi-dimensional. Seeing, feeling, smelling all connect at such a deep level that everything hurts that it's so beautiful. I want to hold onto everything, take it inside me and clutch it tight forever. It's as though my brain KNOWS it's going to not feel anything for 6 months and is going crazy trying to experience things before the portcullis falls.

If I hadn't already had my seizure I'd call this the warning period. Everything seems the wrong way round this year.