The Sky Is Falling!

I have a pretty personal love for the later months, when daylight wanes and temperatures drop. Outside of its aesthetic wins, I find it easier to physically exist in colder weather. What I like to wear is heavy, I abhor the dead of summer and its skin breaching heat, and I like seeing my breath turn into wisps of steam. 

Of course, seasonal depression is a cruel, malicious bitch who likes to slap me around when I feel down (I only like getting slapped when I'm up and ready). Vitamin pills and antidepressants can help, but it sucks that something I should love turns into something that makes me hate myself. 

Nevertheless, I persevere. That's what humans are for, I think. We're endurance sprinters. Despite what happens to us, we try to keep going. I try to keep my head up in these times, to try and find love everyday -- I run on that shit!

As of late, I think it's safe to say that I've been "yearning". It comes in waves in which I, like a fool, start to think that the only "real" relationships are those of s(l)apstick romance and carnal pleasure. I don't got that! But it's also an utterly stupid, vapid, and demeaning (to myself and others) thought. I have friends! (some of them are probably reading this... hopefully -- maybe I'll write a blog about that when I get real depressed). 

But, right now, I'm in a time I love. I like to drag my feet across leaf laden paths, despite the damage to my shoes. I like waking up early before dawn breaks and seeing the frozen dew in orange light. I like stare at the night sky at 7 PM. I like the feeling of air that hurts my face, and the warmth of comfort that comes from the little things. Sunsets in a clear, winter sky are hard to beat. Fall is still ramping up, and we haven't even reached Halloween, but I think loving the future might be a good thing.