Hot coffee mornings & iced coffee afternoons. Over-sized shirts with jean shorts and sandals. Almost jeans weather, but not quite. Early morning journaling, shocked each time that it's just so dark. A light quilt at bedtime, with the window wide open, a candle lit and the Civil Wars playing.
It's that almost-fall-but-not-quite season where everybody is yearning for pumpkin everything and scarves and boots. It's the time of year where I feel wholly confused: like I'm so excited to make those pumpkin muffins, but just can't bear the thought of letting go of summer. Where I'm mourning, just a little bit, the end of 9:30 p.m. sunsets, noisy crickets and sticky, humid nights. And yet, these cool mornings excite me to my bones - making me reminisce of early high school cross country races.
These cool and hot days always draw me into a state of reflection; thinking about last year and the year before and five years ago (when I moved to Atlanta!). They make me evaluate everything and cause me to purge my closet and rearrange rooms. The changing season makes me go quickly and slowly all at once.
And I think it's a little bit like life right now. It gives me pause to see our sweet Atlanta life changing - I want to cling to this right now for a little bit longer. Let's enjoy every minute of our engagement, I tell Chris. It feels like it's already going so quickly and it's such a sweet, celebratory season! I want to embrace these last few months of living with Melly and Duke (upstairs!). And yet, I couldn't be more excited to marry Chris and move into our first place together. I can't wait to be his wife and for him to be my husband.
I cling to summer and yet want to race to fall. I find myself landing here in summerfall. And, it seems, I love it here.