this morning, you hit me.
maybe it was the graceful, snow-tipped mountain-esque scene i ran along side of. or perhaps the firey colored leaves blowing across 900 e. on my way to work.
whatever it was, it was perfect.
it was discovered.
like the re-read chapter of the story that finally makes sense. or the part of the movie that you had to see for a second time for it to click. that feeling of knowing. of understanding. a feeling of satisfaction that comes. not with a definitive answer, but with simply knowing that the pages are understood.
fall, you are magical. fall, i've been waiting for you.
thank you for coming.