2014-09-18 - 11:44 p.m.

Dead leaves have begun to pile in the streets. The cold creeps in, and my tiny life expands like the lengthening shadows. Things happen every day now, so that life is an adventure again, after a soggy and humid summer spent staring at each day as it files past, the same as every other day, rife with the same boring kinds of misery, and nothing new to write about, and no freshness in the air, no breezes, nothing to stir things, just plodding through the sweat and swatting away despair like mosquitos. But today life looms large. There are too many possibilities to grasp. I can feel the world spinning too fast. Maybe it's just the change in weather. Autumn has always been my favorite season.