yes, autumn.

I will need to always remember how I felt this fall, with no outside influence to my overwhelmingly nostalgic happiness. Nostalgia comes from something. Mine came from the colors of this autumn. Okay, so there's some influence--But I experienced this on my own. A single body did not affect my joy or how spiritually connected I surprisingly felt to the way this autumn danced around. I wanted to share with someone how I felt driving down 'A' street almost every day. I wanted to take a mental picture and just lodge it into the memory folder of my brain. I'm not sure I have one of those, and I'm sure I won't be able to keep this perfect image forever, and I'm pretty sure I won't know how I felt until i feel it again. Until next fall. But maybe next fall it will be bitter and white. Maybe next fall I'll be in Spain and the leaves won't speak the language of Nebraska leaves.
There is nothing like a solitary tree with three different shades of orange, distantly fading into yellow, and then to green. I prefer not to think of the terrifying reasons why the leaves stayed on the trees so long this year. I prefer to think they knew I needed that long kind of autumn. I prefer to think they knew I needed something to hold me through this last stretch of 2010, in Nebraska.......in, yes in Nebraska.