Seasons of love.

Fall. I walk outside and fall down.
Fall. It smells like childhood. Walking to elementary school, passing a big maple tree everyday, leaves rustling around. The smell of the wind, the smell of pumpkins, the smell of colors.

Colors. Everywhere. On houses, on people, on trees.
I miss summer but I am learning to love fall. It's familiarly nice. This year will be better. Yet people continue to disappoint me :/ as do I continue to disappoint myself.

I'm giving blood tomorrow. Needles are one of my biggest fears. I'm really hoping to not pass out.