out in daylight, my potential

The tree just outside my dining room window (where my desk is set up until we can paint the office) is turning the most gorgeous orange color. I have never been fond of orange in the past, but every year autumn makes serious progress toward changing my opinion on that. There are a couple other trees further back that are edging toward firetruck red. My yard is prettier than yours. I'm sorry, it's just a fact. I only wish I had a camera. And that I knew how to work those lights out in the garden...

This is the best season, you guys. This is the best month. And I'm not just saying that because I was born halfway through it.

I woke up on my own before noon this morning, without an alarm or being dragged out of bed or anything. I smell like burnt sugar and ashes and death (in a good way), and one of my girlfriends is dragging me out in the world today (and I'm not letting her go home until I shove new Fringe at her), and it is autumn. Today is awesome.