Aki

It's Autumn. I don't care what season the calendar says it is. It's cool and windy, leaves are beginning to turn red, and the smells are intoxicating. Right now the smell of watermelon is wafting in from my window. I went for a walk yesterday evening. I was bombarded with memories all of the smells brought back to me. I have always loved Fall, but it is difficult for me; it makes me incredibly happy and sad at the same time. During my dark ages, I often went for walks in the Fall. I was usually quite sad, but the atmosphere seemed to allow me to revel in it. These days, the season brings unpleasant memories, yet they almost make me happy. I don't know how to reconcile these conflicting emotions...