Wild leaves, gentle breezes.

The mornings are cool and damp, though still often sunny, and the stickiness has finally vanished from the sidewalks.

(The summer was quite gross with that, honestly. My shoes never felt clean, and indeed, usually had leaves stuck to them, all summer long.)

I'm satisfied with how long it lasted, despite how listless I often felt, but I'm almost almost beginning to come alive again. I'm still tired, still a little out of it.

(I bruised myself quite badly at work last week, my skin is still purple and yellow and green [more than usual]) and contused.)

Autumn has arrived and I keep wanting to do things and then finding myself asleep. But at least now I want something.