school started up again, went to new york, turned twenty SEVEN (shit), turned around, and BAM! it's fall.
i love fall. especially in new england. the air gets just crisp enough to wear a sweatshirt, you can smell fireplaces in the distance, wedding season ends, the people crowding the sidewalks with maps start to diminish.
i get to start using pumpkin in my desserts again. (seriously, i've been looking forward to this since last december). i start making soups for dinner, with the awesome dinner-in-a-pumpkin to soon follow. messy kids show up at the front door begging for candy.
the leaves turn colors. we roast marshmallows. it starts to snow. your feet get wet. you slip on the ice. you have to shovel.
damn.
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I'm following closely with that 27 shtuff. Oh well, it was bound to happen to us, this late twenties business. You're always a week ahead of me though. Ha! I mean...I'm sorry, I apologize for your loss. haha
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