So there's this slight change in the air. It's somewhere between the feeling of the wind and the smell of browning leaves. It is finally Autumn after the coldest winter in memory and a summer that wouldn't be outdone.
I love the Fall as much as anything. I never got the hype about spring and summer but I guess Louisiana can ruin summers for you. So you're probably wondering at this point why I'm going on about what season it is. Well, if you recall my last post, you'll know what I mean by the muse.
Well, more than anything (more than music or movies or other writing) Autumn is my muse. There's an inexplicable electricity everywhere. All of nature seems to sigh and appreciate simply being. It's no wonder that there were so many pagan holidays during the Fall, the feeling of autumn is almost enough to make you believe in magic.
So what's my point in this? I'm not sure that I have one. I'm just sayin' lol.
-Caston
